| DOT COM'S FIRST ADVENTURE | ||
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INTERNET VOYAGER! |
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Need to get out more, take yo' time Need a fresh view of the super highway? My pleasure bad boy - do it my way!" Then, like someone in a cricket match throwing a ball from a long way away towards the centre of the pitch, Cursor stretched his out the paw that was holding Blackshanks - and threw him right up into the sky of the Search Zone! Dot gasped - she'd never seen anything like it before. Or, at least she had, kind of - it was like Blackshanks was in a gigantic computer game, pinging from side to side and top to bottom of a computer screen. Only, instead of being inside the screen, he was zooming up to the Search Zone sky - past all the busy search engines, which smoothly jinked out of the way to avoid him - so far you couldn't see him, just hear his wailing voice fading away; then suddenly zooming back down again getting louder and louder till with a soft kind of ploompf! sound he hit the soft, wavy floor of the Search Zone and went zooming off again at another angle, really low this time and into the far distance, farther again than Dot could see. "Now that's the way to go!" said Cursor, grinning away. "Though I say it myself, I can do bobble!" Wizzie let out his little bark-laugh and Dot giggled. So >that was what Cursor meant by "going bobble"! She knew it was a bit unfair, because they'd promised to let Blackshanks go, but… it felt good to see such a nasty net-creature being given such a shake-up. Just for a bit…! Back Blackshanks came, nyaounngg! Boyngg off he went again, this time straight up in the sky towards a Search Engine in the shape of an old-fashioned biplane - a plane with two wings, one above the other, like some of the first aircraft that took to the sky. Again - just like a shoal of fish will all turn away in one move from something coming straight at them - the Search Engines avoided the yowling Blackshanks, moving smoothly to one side just in time as he zoomed past them, wailing his head off. It didn't seem to be hurting him at all but he DEFINITELY wasn't having much fun! This time though, as he zoomed away, one of the search engines he'd just missed stopped searching and came down in a long curving sweep towards them all as they watched from the net floor. This Search Engine was in the shape of a CD player, and as the Searcher flying it brought it in for a landing, it bounced up and down a couple of times. Then settled at a strange angle on the net floor, the little flashing lights reflecting off its shiny silver body. The Searcher got out and walked over to them. It was a sleek, beautiful Afghan hound, its long gold and brown silky hair flowing down its side, with a leather flying helmet and goggles on its elegant narrow head, and a fake leopard-skin jacket over its shoulders. "Uh-oh!" said Cursor quietly. NYYYAOWNG boyng! went Blackshanks again, rocketing off to the right this time at about a metre above the Search Zone floor. The Afghan went up to Cursor and sat down in front of him with its head on one side. Then it spoke in a silky, soft voice - a silky, soft lady's voice. "And what is all this about, dahling? Didn't we have a date?" ********************************* |
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