A/N: wow, sorry it took me so stinkin long to get this out! I have been
slightly overhwelmed by character descriptions, I have over 20 now! I will
try and get everyone's into the story, just be patient!!! I'm gonna try and
get out a few chapters in the next couple of weeks, because ofter that, I
go back to school, and my free time, and internet access is cut down. :-D
Anyway, I hope you all had a Happy Christmas, and will have a Merry New
Year! :-D
And remember, reviews are the flowers in the garden of fanfiction. :-D ~Stilts
I asked for the rights to Newsies for Christmas. I was really disappointed when I didn't get it. Someday maybe. Hmmm... my birthday is coming up! (translation: I don't own newsies, but if you do, and would like to give them to me, I would love you forever!)
~~~
Last week, the room was completely void of signs that a human had been there for years. The windows were stuck, and the door squeaked loudly. The floor was covered with dirt, and everything was coated with dust and cobwebs. Then hurricane Anlu burst on the scene, scaring away all of the dust, dirt, and grime. Anlu was the proud new owner of the building, and she cleaned the first and second floors with love. Carefully, she scrubbed the floor, washed the walls, and swept all of the cobwebs from the ceiling. Now, the old building had its pride back.
Anlu smiled at her handiwork before she went upstairs. Anlu was a short, middle-aged woman, standing just over five feet tall. She was sort of scrawny looking, yet tough at the same time. As she walked up the stairs, her brightly colored skirt swished around her ankles. As always, she was dressed in her favorite color, purple. Even the scarf on her head, holding her hair out of her face as she cleaned, was purple. Smiling at the sounds of laughter bubbling through the half closed door at the top of the stairs, Anlu pushed open the door, it's freshly oiled hinges, no longer groaning in protest.
On the other side of the door, was a wide hallway smattered with various doors, placed as if it were on a whim. Most of the building was, for some reason, like that. It was as if the architect was either daft, or drunk, but the construction crew built it sturdily according to plan. None of the hardware matched. Some of the doors even had brass doorknobs, iron locks, and silver colored hinges, or something similar. Perhaps someone had salvaged for everything that they needed to complete the building. Anlu loved it. She loved the oddly shaped rooms and windows, and the doors that looked like they came from different houses, and the secret door that she found in the kitchen that led back to her own bedroom on the main floor.
The uneven sound of many voices wafted through a doorway, around a half closed door, finally breaking through Anlu's ponderings. She stood in the doorway with a smile on her face as she watched the young bodies, so full of passion for their task, work diligently towards their goal. Some were adding fresh paint to the windowsills, but most were doing carpentry work. The room was filled to capacity, as there were about 20 young men in there.
Most of them were newsboys from the lodging house down the street. There was also the Jacob's boys, David and Les, and Anlu's niece, Lizza. Anlu smiled, love radiating from her face as she watched her niece. When Anlu's brother had died, leaving Lizza an orphan, she had become the center of her life. Darren had been sick for a long time, and it was almost a relief when his suffering. That's when she came over from the Deep South to care for her. She doesn't really need care, since she is eighteen, but they are the only real family each other has. After Lizza's father died, she stayed with her friends at the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House until Anlu had settled her affairs where she was living, and could get there. Lizza had grown up with a few of the newsies, Dutchy in particular. Their fathers were good friends all the while they were growing up, and they just stayed close over the years.
Partly because Lizza was raised solely by her father, and partly because she has a stubborn streak, She is not a typical girl. Her father gave up trying to make her into a girl when she was eight, and she told him that she wanted to be a blacksmith when she grew up. Most of her guy friends had forgotten that she was a girl a long time ago. Though she could be ladylike if the situation called for it, she is also great at belching, spitting, and fighting. well, she's not the greatest fighter, but she always wins because her friends are good fighters.
While living at the lodging house with her buddies, she fell in love with the newsie lifestyle, and she also noticed something. There are a lot of newsgirls out there that are living on the street, with no place to go. No lodging house would accept them. The only reason Lizza could stay there when she did was the fact that she had a great connection with most of the guys already, and her father, before he died, asked Kloppman to watch over her while she was waiting for her Aunt to arrive. After Lizza voiced this concern to Anlu, she just felt called to open her own lodging house specifically for girls. All of Lizza's friends helped Anlu out so much by helping them get the building ready. They were even building bunks to fill the rooms with.
Lizza looked up to see her aunt in the doorway. "Hi Anlu!"
"Hello dear." She said as she walked into the room. "'Dose bunks are looking great, you amaze me wid' your many talents, my girl."
"I thought father wrote you about Mr. Wilsbur. I decided that I wanted to learn woodworking, so father set me up as an apprentice to Mr. Wilsbur. He forgot to mention the fact that I was a girl, and it was a bit of a nasty shock for the man when I started. I learned just about everything there is to know about building in the years I went there after school every day."
"My Lizza, you're a wonder." Anlu beamed at her. "All of you are fantastic for all of your work."
There was a chorus of "Thank you, Ma'am." And "My pleasure" and ""twasn't nothin'." That echoed all around the room.
"Oh yes, I came up here to tell you all that lunch is ready." Anlu announced to the room.
Everyone looked at each other with excitement. Anlu's meals were always terrific.
"Come on then." Anlu prompted, and some of them raced out of the room, and down the stairs.
"Thank you Anlu, for feeding us." David said.
"It is my pleasure, I just hope its payment enough for all the work you are doing for me." She said.
Les looked at her quizzically, "I've never heard the name Anlu before."
"Dat's because I'm da only one. My Lizza couldn't say 'Aunt Lu' when she was younger, and she's just called me Anlu since she could talk."
"Your name is Lou?" Les asked with a funny expression, "That's a boy's name!"
"Lu is short for Lucille." She grinned as they walked into the dining room.
The dining room contained the two biggest tables they could find, pushed together to fit a large group around it. If their calculations were correct, the table would soon be filled with new boarders. Word on the street gets around quickly through lodging houses and newsies.
It was a pleasant meal, and everyone sat around talking for long afterwards. In the middle of a discussion, there was a knock on the door.
Anlu stood, waving for everyone else to sit down, and she answered the door. "Hello, may I help you?"
On the step stood to men, one with a clipboard. He glanced down at his clipboard before stating, "I got a wagon full of mattresses, and an entrance sign to put up."
"Oh good, I was hoping that you would be here today. I'll get my boys to bring the mattresses upstairs for me."
Anlu disappeared back inside the building, and a few seconds later, she was back, followed by the whole entourage of newsboys, who all in turn, greeted the deliverymen before they paired up and started unloading the wagon, two to a mattress.
"Ma'am, how many children do you have?" asked the surprised man without the clipboard.
"Oh, I lost count, I have about 20 of them here today though." She said nonchalantly with a twinkle in her eye.
"You mean you have more?" the man asked.
"Yes. Now let me see my new sign." She beamed at him.
"Here it is lady" the man announced, pulling the protective piece of oilcloth that was wrapped around it.
Aunt Lu's Newsgirls lodging house.
"It's perfect, thank you for hanging it for me." She said as they picked it up to hang it.
~~~ Alysha looked around, dumbfounded. There wasn't another newsie in sight. She hadn't seen one around here all day today. What great luck! She sold all of her papers off within a few hours that morning, and walked back to the distribution center for another stack. She vaguely knew the boys that usually sold in this section, they were from the 'Hatten lodging house. She knew them mainly by sight, since she didn't like to mingle with anyone at the distribution center. She has a knack for disappearing in a crowd, so that even if someone were standing right next to her, they wouldn't notice her. Hoping that nothing was wrong with them to prevent them from working, Alysha put them out of her mind and raised one of her papers in the air. In a voice that was loud for her, she continued calling out the headlines. Wandering as she sold, she found herself circling around the block, trying to find a good selling spot with lots of traffic. As she glanced around, something caught her eye. Some workmen were putting up a sign on a building across the street, halfway down the block. Intrigued, she tried to see around the man on the ladder to read the sign. All she could read was "Ne.use" with someone standing in the middle of it, so she started walking towards the building.
The man on the ladder looked up at the sign, making sure one more time that it was straight, before he handed his hammer to his partner standing on the ground, and climbed down to stand next to him.
Finally able to read the sign, Alysha's mouth dropped. A lodging house for girls? She had never heard of such a thing. Currently, she paid a woman that owned a boarding house to sleep on a blanket next to the fireplace on the floor in her kitchen. It was all she could afford on such a measly salary. Without even having to think about it, she started towards the sign, drawn to it like a moth to a lamp.
~~~
Anlu head the knock on the door, and thought that the workers had forgotten something. She thought that she had seen them drive off.
But when she opened the door, it wasn't a workman; it was a young woman that looked like she was in need of a good meal. She looked into her troubled looking pale blue eyes., and smiled.
Before the girl could say anything, Anlu instructed, "Come in, ya look like you'se in need some good cookin' to fatten you up."
Whatever Alysha expected, it wasn't that. She almost turned around and walked away, but before she could do that, Anlu grabbed her hand and led her into the dining room and sat her down at the table that she had just cleared off.
"Just sit tight, I'll have you a plate made in a jiffy. You're lucky, lunch is still warm." She said before she disappeared through the swinging door into the kitchen.
She came back less than thirty seconds later with more food than Alysha had eaten all last week. Her stomach grumbled, as if it finally realized that not only had it been empty for a long time, it hadn't had the chance to be good and full in a long time.
She meant to say thank you, but somehow it got lost on the way to her mouth, and she said, "Who are you?"
~~~
"Careful." Lizza advised as Jack and Mush flipped the newly finished bunk unto its base.
"Lizza, how many of dese have we made, carried aroun', an' flipped over?" Jack asked her.
With a smile, she told him, I'm not too interested in how many you've done, I'm still thinking about the first one that you put together.
Shaking his head, Jack thought of the first bunk that they had tried to build without Lizza's help. When it was done, it wobbled, it was unstable, too short for a mattress, and almost touched the ceiling.
"You've come a long way, I gotta admit." She said with a smile.
~~~
"I'm new at this, what sort of rules should I have?" Anlu asked Alysha.
"I suppose I'm new at this too. I don't guess I'm the right person to ask." She said shrugging her shoulders, unconsciously twisting the ring on her finger. When she realized that she was doing this, she tuened it back the right way, so that the engraved "True love waits" was completely visible.
"I should ask Lizza."
"Who's Lizza?"
"Oh, ya really need ta meet 'er. Actually why don't ya' do that now. At the top of da stairs, third door ta the right. Tell 'er I sent you." It wasn't a suggestion, it was more of a command. After she said it, Anlu stood and picked up a rag, and started to scrub the table clean.
Not knowing what else to do, Alysha slowly stood, and made her way across the building and up the stairs. There was no need to remember what door Anlu had instructed she use, the noise from the room everyone was in, beckoned her towards it.
Nudging the half open door wider, she looked in with confusion. For this being a girls lodging house, there sure were a lot of boys there. In fact, they were all boys. She now knew why no one from 'Hatten was out selling today, they were all in here, well, at least she thought. Most of them looked farmilliar.
She stepped in the room farther to see better, and she was noticed by one of the boys.
Mush waved at her and asked, "Hello, who are you?" Having to raise his voice over the noise in the room.
"My name's Alysha."
"Oh, have you been there?" he asked
"Huh?!?" she asked, confused.
"Wow, I bet it's pretty there during the winter, wid all dat snow."
She was just about to ask him what in the world he was talking about when their conversation caught the attention of someone else.
"Mush, who's your friend?" shouted Racetrack from across the room, catching the attention of almost everyone, causing most of the noise to stop, and everyone to look at her
"Dis is Alaska."
"No, actually, it's-" she tried to explain.
"Hi Alaska!" chorused most of the room, drowning out her explanation.
"Is dat where you'se from?" Someone asked.
"Well, no, I'm from Texas."
"She must have visited there!" Someone else suggested.
"Um, in fact, I've never been-"
"I hear dey get snow up dere that can bury your 'ole house!"
"I wonder if there's enough to bury Pulitzer's house?"
Exasperated, she stated, "I don't know, I've never been to Alaska."
"Den why's yer name Alaska?" Mush asked, confused.
"It's not! It's Alysha!" she said, throwing up her hands.
"Not anymore." Racetrack chuckled as he walked across the room, "Name's Racetrack, nice to meetcha, Alaska."
~~~
What do you think? I'm liking it so far, personally. But then again, I think that since I am the author, if no one else liked it, I prolly still would, lol. But I really hope that others like it too. If you review, I'll give you a newsie antenna topper!!! (Well, I might draw one on paint and e- mail it to you or something...) I WISH YOU LOTSA LOVE, AND PEACE, AND JOY, AND SKITTERY, AND JACK, AND RACETRACK, AND SNODDY, AND SNITCH, AND ITEY, AND SNIPESHOOTER.... But I own Dutchy, and I have friends that own Specs, Bumlets, and Mush. You know who you are. :-D LOVE YA GUYS! ~Stilts
And remember, reviews are the flowers in the garden of fanfiction. :-D ~Stilts
I asked for the rights to Newsies for Christmas. I was really disappointed when I didn't get it. Someday maybe. Hmmm... my birthday is coming up! (translation: I don't own newsies, but if you do, and would like to give them to me, I would love you forever!)
~~~
Last week, the room was completely void of signs that a human had been there for years. The windows were stuck, and the door squeaked loudly. The floor was covered with dirt, and everything was coated with dust and cobwebs. Then hurricane Anlu burst on the scene, scaring away all of the dust, dirt, and grime. Anlu was the proud new owner of the building, and she cleaned the first and second floors with love. Carefully, she scrubbed the floor, washed the walls, and swept all of the cobwebs from the ceiling. Now, the old building had its pride back.
Anlu smiled at her handiwork before she went upstairs. Anlu was a short, middle-aged woman, standing just over five feet tall. She was sort of scrawny looking, yet tough at the same time. As she walked up the stairs, her brightly colored skirt swished around her ankles. As always, she was dressed in her favorite color, purple. Even the scarf on her head, holding her hair out of her face as she cleaned, was purple. Smiling at the sounds of laughter bubbling through the half closed door at the top of the stairs, Anlu pushed open the door, it's freshly oiled hinges, no longer groaning in protest.
On the other side of the door, was a wide hallway smattered with various doors, placed as if it were on a whim. Most of the building was, for some reason, like that. It was as if the architect was either daft, or drunk, but the construction crew built it sturdily according to plan. None of the hardware matched. Some of the doors even had brass doorknobs, iron locks, and silver colored hinges, or something similar. Perhaps someone had salvaged for everything that they needed to complete the building. Anlu loved it. She loved the oddly shaped rooms and windows, and the doors that looked like they came from different houses, and the secret door that she found in the kitchen that led back to her own bedroom on the main floor.
The uneven sound of many voices wafted through a doorway, around a half closed door, finally breaking through Anlu's ponderings. She stood in the doorway with a smile on her face as she watched the young bodies, so full of passion for their task, work diligently towards their goal. Some were adding fresh paint to the windowsills, but most were doing carpentry work. The room was filled to capacity, as there were about 20 young men in there.
Most of them were newsboys from the lodging house down the street. There was also the Jacob's boys, David and Les, and Anlu's niece, Lizza. Anlu smiled, love radiating from her face as she watched her niece. When Anlu's brother had died, leaving Lizza an orphan, she had become the center of her life. Darren had been sick for a long time, and it was almost a relief when his suffering. That's when she came over from the Deep South to care for her. She doesn't really need care, since she is eighteen, but they are the only real family each other has. After Lizza's father died, she stayed with her friends at the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House until Anlu had settled her affairs where she was living, and could get there. Lizza had grown up with a few of the newsies, Dutchy in particular. Their fathers were good friends all the while they were growing up, and they just stayed close over the years.
Partly because Lizza was raised solely by her father, and partly because she has a stubborn streak, She is not a typical girl. Her father gave up trying to make her into a girl when she was eight, and she told him that she wanted to be a blacksmith when she grew up. Most of her guy friends had forgotten that she was a girl a long time ago. Though she could be ladylike if the situation called for it, she is also great at belching, spitting, and fighting. well, she's not the greatest fighter, but she always wins because her friends are good fighters.
While living at the lodging house with her buddies, she fell in love with the newsie lifestyle, and she also noticed something. There are a lot of newsgirls out there that are living on the street, with no place to go. No lodging house would accept them. The only reason Lizza could stay there when she did was the fact that she had a great connection with most of the guys already, and her father, before he died, asked Kloppman to watch over her while she was waiting for her Aunt to arrive. After Lizza voiced this concern to Anlu, she just felt called to open her own lodging house specifically for girls. All of Lizza's friends helped Anlu out so much by helping them get the building ready. They were even building bunks to fill the rooms with.
Lizza looked up to see her aunt in the doorway. "Hi Anlu!"
"Hello dear." She said as she walked into the room. "'Dose bunks are looking great, you amaze me wid' your many talents, my girl."
"I thought father wrote you about Mr. Wilsbur. I decided that I wanted to learn woodworking, so father set me up as an apprentice to Mr. Wilsbur. He forgot to mention the fact that I was a girl, and it was a bit of a nasty shock for the man when I started. I learned just about everything there is to know about building in the years I went there after school every day."
"My Lizza, you're a wonder." Anlu beamed at her. "All of you are fantastic for all of your work."
There was a chorus of "Thank you, Ma'am." And "My pleasure" and ""twasn't nothin'." That echoed all around the room.
"Oh yes, I came up here to tell you all that lunch is ready." Anlu announced to the room.
Everyone looked at each other with excitement. Anlu's meals were always terrific.
"Come on then." Anlu prompted, and some of them raced out of the room, and down the stairs.
"Thank you Anlu, for feeding us." David said.
"It is my pleasure, I just hope its payment enough for all the work you are doing for me." She said.
Les looked at her quizzically, "I've never heard the name Anlu before."
"Dat's because I'm da only one. My Lizza couldn't say 'Aunt Lu' when she was younger, and she's just called me Anlu since she could talk."
"Your name is Lou?" Les asked with a funny expression, "That's a boy's name!"
"Lu is short for Lucille." She grinned as they walked into the dining room.
The dining room contained the two biggest tables they could find, pushed together to fit a large group around it. If their calculations were correct, the table would soon be filled with new boarders. Word on the street gets around quickly through lodging houses and newsies.
It was a pleasant meal, and everyone sat around talking for long afterwards. In the middle of a discussion, there was a knock on the door.
Anlu stood, waving for everyone else to sit down, and she answered the door. "Hello, may I help you?"
On the step stood to men, one with a clipboard. He glanced down at his clipboard before stating, "I got a wagon full of mattresses, and an entrance sign to put up."
"Oh good, I was hoping that you would be here today. I'll get my boys to bring the mattresses upstairs for me."
Anlu disappeared back inside the building, and a few seconds later, she was back, followed by the whole entourage of newsboys, who all in turn, greeted the deliverymen before they paired up and started unloading the wagon, two to a mattress.
"Ma'am, how many children do you have?" asked the surprised man without the clipboard.
"Oh, I lost count, I have about 20 of them here today though." She said nonchalantly with a twinkle in her eye.
"You mean you have more?" the man asked.
"Yes. Now let me see my new sign." She beamed at him.
"Here it is lady" the man announced, pulling the protective piece of oilcloth that was wrapped around it.
Aunt Lu's Newsgirls lodging house.
"It's perfect, thank you for hanging it for me." She said as they picked it up to hang it.
~~~ Alysha looked around, dumbfounded. There wasn't another newsie in sight. She hadn't seen one around here all day today. What great luck! She sold all of her papers off within a few hours that morning, and walked back to the distribution center for another stack. She vaguely knew the boys that usually sold in this section, they were from the 'Hatten lodging house. She knew them mainly by sight, since she didn't like to mingle with anyone at the distribution center. She has a knack for disappearing in a crowd, so that even if someone were standing right next to her, they wouldn't notice her. Hoping that nothing was wrong with them to prevent them from working, Alysha put them out of her mind and raised one of her papers in the air. In a voice that was loud for her, she continued calling out the headlines. Wandering as she sold, she found herself circling around the block, trying to find a good selling spot with lots of traffic. As she glanced around, something caught her eye. Some workmen were putting up a sign on a building across the street, halfway down the block. Intrigued, she tried to see around the man on the ladder to read the sign. All she could read was "Ne.use" with someone standing in the middle of it, so she started walking towards the building.
The man on the ladder looked up at the sign, making sure one more time that it was straight, before he handed his hammer to his partner standing on the ground, and climbed down to stand next to him.
Finally able to read the sign, Alysha's mouth dropped. A lodging house for girls? She had never heard of such a thing. Currently, she paid a woman that owned a boarding house to sleep on a blanket next to the fireplace on the floor in her kitchen. It was all she could afford on such a measly salary. Without even having to think about it, she started towards the sign, drawn to it like a moth to a lamp.
~~~
Anlu head the knock on the door, and thought that the workers had forgotten something. She thought that she had seen them drive off.
But when she opened the door, it wasn't a workman; it was a young woman that looked like she was in need of a good meal. She looked into her troubled looking pale blue eyes., and smiled.
Before the girl could say anything, Anlu instructed, "Come in, ya look like you'se in need some good cookin' to fatten you up."
Whatever Alysha expected, it wasn't that. She almost turned around and walked away, but before she could do that, Anlu grabbed her hand and led her into the dining room and sat her down at the table that she had just cleared off.
"Just sit tight, I'll have you a plate made in a jiffy. You're lucky, lunch is still warm." She said before she disappeared through the swinging door into the kitchen.
She came back less than thirty seconds later with more food than Alysha had eaten all last week. Her stomach grumbled, as if it finally realized that not only had it been empty for a long time, it hadn't had the chance to be good and full in a long time.
She meant to say thank you, but somehow it got lost on the way to her mouth, and she said, "Who are you?"
~~~
"Careful." Lizza advised as Jack and Mush flipped the newly finished bunk unto its base.
"Lizza, how many of dese have we made, carried aroun', an' flipped over?" Jack asked her.
With a smile, she told him, I'm not too interested in how many you've done, I'm still thinking about the first one that you put together.
Shaking his head, Jack thought of the first bunk that they had tried to build without Lizza's help. When it was done, it wobbled, it was unstable, too short for a mattress, and almost touched the ceiling.
"You've come a long way, I gotta admit." She said with a smile.
~~~
"I'm new at this, what sort of rules should I have?" Anlu asked Alysha.
"I suppose I'm new at this too. I don't guess I'm the right person to ask." She said shrugging her shoulders, unconsciously twisting the ring on her finger. When she realized that she was doing this, she tuened it back the right way, so that the engraved "True love waits" was completely visible.
"I should ask Lizza."
"Who's Lizza?"
"Oh, ya really need ta meet 'er. Actually why don't ya' do that now. At the top of da stairs, third door ta the right. Tell 'er I sent you." It wasn't a suggestion, it was more of a command. After she said it, Anlu stood and picked up a rag, and started to scrub the table clean.
Not knowing what else to do, Alysha slowly stood, and made her way across the building and up the stairs. There was no need to remember what door Anlu had instructed she use, the noise from the room everyone was in, beckoned her towards it.
Nudging the half open door wider, she looked in with confusion. For this being a girls lodging house, there sure were a lot of boys there. In fact, they were all boys. She now knew why no one from 'Hatten was out selling today, they were all in here, well, at least she thought. Most of them looked farmilliar.
She stepped in the room farther to see better, and she was noticed by one of the boys.
Mush waved at her and asked, "Hello, who are you?" Having to raise his voice over the noise in the room.
"My name's Alysha."
"Oh, have you been there?" he asked
"Huh?!?" she asked, confused.
"Wow, I bet it's pretty there during the winter, wid all dat snow."
She was just about to ask him what in the world he was talking about when their conversation caught the attention of someone else.
"Mush, who's your friend?" shouted Racetrack from across the room, catching the attention of almost everyone, causing most of the noise to stop, and everyone to look at her
"Dis is Alaska."
"No, actually, it's-" she tried to explain.
"Hi Alaska!" chorused most of the room, drowning out her explanation.
"Is dat where you'se from?" Someone asked.
"Well, no, I'm from Texas."
"She must have visited there!" Someone else suggested.
"Um, in fact, I've never been-"
"I hear dey get snow up dere that can bury your 'ole house!"
"I wonder if there's enough to bury Pulitzer's house?"
Exasperated, she stated, "I don't know, I've never been to Alaska."
"Den why's yer name Alaska?" Mush asked, confused.
"It's not! It's Alysha!" she said, throwing up her hands.
"Not anymore." Racetrack chuckled as he walked across the room, "Name's Racetrack, nice to meetcha, Alaska."
~~~
What do you think? I'm liking it so far, personally. But then again, I think that since I am the author, if no one else liked it, I prolly still would, lol. But I really hope that others like it too. If you review, I'll give you a newsie antenna topper!!! (Well, I might draw one on paint and e- mail it to you or something...) I WISH YOU LOTSA LOVE, AND PEACE, AND JOY, AND SKITTERY, AND JACK, AND RACETRACK, AND SNODDY, AND SNITCH, AND ITEY, AND SNIPESHOOTER.... But I own Dutchy, and I have friends that own Specs, Bumlets, and Mush. You know who you are. :-D LOVE YA GUYS! ~Stilts
