The Day Morgan M. Morgensen's Luck Changed
An interchange about a catflap using made up words for the BYOW collab
The Day Morgan M. Morganesen’s Luck Changed
Morgan M. Morgansen was a capricitious califrag, who spent his earthspins pludgeoning paff-kaff to the zombicular skaks of suburban Sellosedge. Griff and grubby were his hourbags, his beatdown brainbox long since birged of any selicity or saxifrage. To Morgan Morgansen, the afternow looked lacklustrous.
One wetsky prenoon, as Mister Morgansen glazed out the hardclear from his paff-kaff wareroom, a personette florayed floriciously through the wallhole.
“I am in necessitude of an in-out for my lionette”. She said, laviciously.
Morgan M. Morgansen was butterflated by this bambistic belle. He tuttered his sayback;
“C…c..certituitously we have a polybank of purrpet paff-kaff!”
The personette liplifted and a sheen shone in her see-globes causing Morgan to pinkify pan-porally. He jibbed himself out of it and postceeded to apparate the preferated paff-kaff.
The primular in-out was proclamated to be too minicular for the specicated lionette, so Morgan unhid another with enplussed enormitude.
“It is a lionette I subtude not a lion!” proclamated the personette, with a babettish snorgle-flit.
Morgan’s topbulb slooped, shamily.
“But that was the ultimator of my purrpet in-outs”
His see-globes halfshut, slittish and he stroked his undermouth with his personpaw.
“I have a brainbaby!” Morgan proclamated. “Do you have an unlocker for your wallhole?”
The personette shook a yes with her topbulb and personpawed the unlocker to Morgan.
Morgan scittered over to the cloner and twin-ified the unlocker. He repawed the twinned unlockers to the personette and liplifted.
The personette liplifted back.
“Yazee!! Sublimo!! My purrpet will be most selicitous to freeflit out and in as he whims! How can I graciate you?”
Morgan repinkified and tuttered;
“Mightbe you could duette me to an eatnight some nearday?”
The personette flib-flabbed her see-globe hairs and resaid, laviciously.
“Why that would be most saxifragous, Mister Morgansen.”
She pawed him her infosquare and florayed out the wallhole, her backcushions slooving and slauving as she went, leaving Morgan Morgansen pinkified, habberdashed.
For once, Morgan Morgansen was capacitated with selicity and saxifrage for the afternow, his minicular lifebasket finally jubbed up with jollitude.
As for the lionette, from that earthspin on, he inned and outed as he desirated, imbeebed with flurritude for his newfound accessity and infinitously jamsacked with gracity to the Einsteinic brainbox of Morgan M. Morgansen.
The Day Morgan M. Morganesen’s Luck Changed
Morgan M. Morgansen was a capricitious califrag, who spent his earthspins pludgeoning paff-kaff to the zombicular skaks of suburban Sellosedge. Griff and grubby were his hourbags, his beatdown brainbox long since birged of any selicity or saxifrage. To Morgan Morgansen, the afternow looked lacklustrous.
One wetsky prenoon, as Mister Morgansen glazed out the hardclear from his paff-kaff wareroom, a personette florayed floriciously through the wallhole.
“I am in necessitude of an in-out for my lionette”. She said, laviciously.
Morgan M. Morgansen was butterflated by this bambistic belle. He tuttered his sayback;
“C…c..certituitously we have a polybank of purrpet paff-kaff!”
The personette liplifted and a sheen shone in her see-globes causing Morgan to pinkify pan-porally. He jibbed himself out of it and postceeded to apparate the preferated paff-kaff.
The primular in-out was proclamated to be too minicular for the specicated lionette, so Morgan unhid another with enplussed enormitude.
“It is a lionette I subtude not a lion!” proclamated the personette, with a babettish snorgle-flit.
Morgan’s topbulb slooped, shamily.
“But that was the ultimator of my purrpet in-outs”
His see-globes halfshut, slittish and he stroked his undermouth with his personpaw.
“I have a brainbaby!” Morgan proclamated. “Do you have an unlocker for your wallhole?”
The personette shook a yes with her topbulb and personpawed the unlocker to Morgan.
Morgan scittered over to the cloner and twin-ified the unlocker. He repawed the twinned unlockers to the personette and liplifted.
The personette liplifted back.
“Yazee!! Sublimo!! My purrpet will be most selicitous to freeflit out and in as he whims! How can I graciate you?”
Morgan repinkified and tuttered;
“Mightbe you could duette me to an eatnight some nearday?”
The personette flib-flabbed her see-globe hairs and resaid, laviciously.
“Why that would be most saxifragous, Mister Morgansen.”
She pawed him her infosquare and florayed out the wallhole, her backcushions slooving and slauving as she went, leaving Morgan Morgansen pinkified, habberdashed.
For once, Morgan Morgansen was capacitated with selicity and saxifrage for the afternow, his minicular lifebasket finally jubbed up with jollitude.
As for the lionette, from that earthspin on, he inned and outed as he desirated, imbeebed with flurritude for his newfound accessity and infinitously jamsacked with gracity to the Einsteinic brainbox of Morgan M. Morgansen.
