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Subject: {ASSM} The Littles (Short Intro, no sex) 
Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 22:10:04 -0500
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Okay, here it is.  You have been waiting for it, demanding it and now it is
starting.  From the Author of the much applauded Magic School Bus Series comes
the story of the Littles.  I promise you that this new story will be even more
nasty and naughty than the last one.  It is not going to be nearly as nice and
friendly.  Whereas with my MSB series, the actions were mostly benighn and the
children willing participants, this time it is definately a story about mind
control, mind fucking and the nasty things that occur because of it.  As with
my MSB series, there is going to be lots of preteen girls and boys having sex
with each other and adults.  If this stuff turns you off, dont read it. 
Remember that I am not an advocate of child molestation or child pregnancy. 
This is pure fiction and hurts no one.  As usual, the characters portrayed here
are not my property and are used without permission.  I make no attempts at
profit for this and do it merely because I love to write.  You have my
permission to download and archive this and all of my works as long as no
charge is made to others to download it.  As always, email comments,
suggestions and criticisms are welcome and definately speed up the posting
process.  I plan on making each chapter of this new work much larger than my
MSB series, but intend on posting a chapter a week.  This litle intro is just
to whet your apetite for what is coming up next.  Hope to hear from you soon.
RSM


	"Imagine that you are a living being with all the faculties, skills and
ambitions of a human.  Imagine that you have a complex social structure with
political, social and family groupings.  Now imagine that you are only 6 inches
high.  The Littles are a race of humanoid beings that are human to almost nine
decimal places.  If there was not such a disparate size difference between
Littles and Humans, there could most certainly be crossbreeding.  In fact, the
only true genetic anomaly that exists between the two races is the existence of
a fully functional, prehensile tail and slightly enlarged earlobes on the part
of the Littles.  My research proves conclusively that Littles and Humans must
spring from a common genetic ancestor.  It is our duty as Scientists to seek
out this common ancestor and discover what caused such a dramatic evolutionary
divergence."  Hunter paused in reading his prepared speech when he noticed that
his colleagues were looking angry.  "Is there a problem, Gentlemen?"
	Professor Ludwig Reinhart, a renowned Biologist snorted.  "No, Doctor Hunter. 
I am sure that my fellow scientists are as eager as I am to hear this marvelous
fairytale you have concocted.  However, I am sure that we are all very busy and
have better subjects to consume our time."
	"Fairytale!  How dare you!  My research proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that
these creatures exist.  I have seen evidence of them time and time again."
	Doctor Elisabeth Marshall stopped gathering her things and shook her head. 
"Charles, even if we were willing to believe such creatures exist, you have
brought no real evidence before us.  Some grainy pictures, badly organized
notes and stories that even the kindest of critics would call fanciful."
	Reinhart nodded.  "Ya, until you can provide us with more than hearsay and
tall tales, this board has little choice than to cut your funding.  Now if you
were willing to discontinue, at least for the moment, your research into these
creatures and concentrate on more fruitful areas, we would be more than happy
to forget this little --demonstration and continue your funding."
	Hunter slammed his notebook closed and snatched his briefcase off the podium. 
"How dare you!  Do not treat me like some sort of imbecile!  The Littles are
real and I will prove it, with or without your help!"  He stormed out of the
building and climbed into his research van.  Furious, with blood pounding
behind his ears and eyes, he glared back the building.  "I will show you all."

HighlandDreams

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