Welcome, M'seur, rest from the road. Unlace your boots and set down your load. Drop me a line sometime if you like my stories. Never want a passer-by to pass me by. But nothing mean. I've been writing since forever. I'm 17, and I'm black and white. People often say it looks like I'm wearing a tailcoat. Hmph. If they looked like that all the time they wouldn't be so quick to laugh at me. I think my coloring makes my look respectable and dignified. My only downside is that I waddle. My favorite foods are any type of fish that I can catch myself. My hobbies include pushing my friends into the water to see if it's safe and incubating eggs on my feet for months at a time. Truly I lead a divine lifestyle. I sadly have enimies. Leopard seals, for instance, and killer whales. But I'm not turkey to end up on a platter. I'm smart enough to evade their oven mitts. In my spare time I attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and enjoy sending time with my fire lizards (Brekke and Blythe) and my giant electric blue amoeba (Byss). I also peddle papes on da streets a New Yawk. Sometimes I pray to the Gourd for guidence in finding the one true ring. You should try it sometime. It's very comforting. I'd like to thank Anne McCaffery, J.K. Rowling, Christina, the color black, cranberry juice (with additives), and the number 13 for inspiration. Oh yeah, all you cool fanfic writers too. Finally got my stories up. I should add Dan to my list of people to thank. He'll never see this but I think I will. He told me how to post and had patience with me when all I could do was give him a blank stare. Why is that window shut? Open it! Fresh air is good for you! So are brussel sprouts and lettuce. That's why they taste so bad. But the things that are bad for you taste so good. So watch what you consume. For example: swordfish tastes awfully good to me. And yet... those long and pointed noses of theirs make them quite hazardous to my health. Heed my words of wisdom for they shall not always be here to guide you. Have a nice day. x ...
Servant to the poor, butler to the great, comforter, philosopher, and life-long mate,

--Ella--...

"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages- and kings- of why the sea is boiling hot- and whether pigs have wings..."