From One Female to Another
May 8, 2001
C. E. Rashidi
(aka Tatiana!!)

After Shark had been returned to ThunderWolf and
properly put back together by Tatiana’s power, the two
left determined to get their revenge on Fianna.

It was official...there was now a Fianna-Must-Die
group (FMD) whose sole purpose was to seek out the
green nincompoop and destroy him. Shark, ThunderWolf,
and Tatiana made a pact to work together until their
enemy had been demolished.

Now, Tatiana paced the living room floor, her wrath
still fired up from the last incident. She couldn’t
understand how the poodle was so much more powerful
than her...

She knew the only way to get rid of Fianna was to get
him alone. Once she got killed the green dog, the
other mutt could be taken care of. The undead
sorceress silently schemed out a plan to separate the
two dogs.

Suddenly, an idea came to her. “Of course...” Tatiana
whispered to herself. “I’ve always gone after the dog
side. But, the poodle is a female, just like me! I
know exactly what to do!!”

The sorceress laughed out loud and dug around in her
purse. With a quick motion, she pulled out a credit
card and muttered, “I hope Slithe hasn’t figured out
yet that I stole this from him.”

She then went through her stack of magazines until she
found a particular one. The cover read, “Cat Love.”

“I knew this would come in handy some day,” she
smirked.

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“Cawww! Slithe! What is this?”

The reptilian mutant entered the meeting room where
Vultureman was sorting the mail.

“What isssss what?”

Vultureman slapped the top sheet of an invoice in
front of Slithe as he sat down. “This! It’s a credit
card bill for two million, three-hundred fifty-three
thousand, seven-hundred ninety-one dollars, and six
cents!”

“What?!” Slithe hissed loudly. “Who’ssss credit card
issss thissss?”

“It has YOUR name on it. See, right here -- Slithe A.
Moron.”

Slithe scratched his head and began reading the
charges on the invoice. “Ro-bear Roberto’ssss Taco
Sssstand - mine. Itching cream - mine. Thundrillium
Production - mine. Lotion with Vitamin E and Aloe Vera
- mine. Interest from lassst month - 50,000.”

“Geesh! They kill us on interest,” Vultureman
squawked.

Monkian entered the room as Slithe griped, “What do
you expect with 27% monthly interessst?”

“Hoo -hoo. What’s going on?” Monkian inquired.

“Our idiot of a leader maxed out his credit card.
We’ll have to file bankruptcy and sell Plun-Darr.
We’ll be homeless - out there in the cold with no
food. We’ll die, cawww!” Vultureman pointed at Slithe
and exclaimed, “It’s all your fault!”

Vultureman leaned on the other invoice. On it read,
"Gillian Anderson - one million dollars. David
Duchovny - one million dollars."

“Ssshut up, bird beak! You can’t expect me, a leader
of the mutantsss, to live in sssssub-ssstandard
condtionssss! I’ll jusssst call them and find out
what’sss going on!”

Monkian and Vultureman continued talking as Slithe
turned the card over and read the phone number. “One -
eight - zero - zero - em - you - tee - aaa - en - tee
-essssss.”

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“That was a great movie, wasn’t it, Sweetie?” Fianna
asked as he muzzled his poodle.

She barked and wagged her tail.

The couple walked up to the front entrance. Fianna
unlocked the door, and let the poodle walk in first.

As he closed the door behind him and turned on the
light, the poodle howled, cowered down, and covered
her eyes.

“What is it?” Fianna asked as he turned around and
noticed the room for the first time. He mouth dropped
at the sight. The room had been completely made over.
Stripes and polka dots of purple, red, and green
covered the walls. Cat toys sat on the floor. In the
center of the room stood a huge scratching post. Dead
mice were strung from the ceiling and lowered until
they almost hit the ground. The furniture upholstery
had pictures of cats. A huge cat portrait hung above
the fireplace.

Fianna growled angrily and quickly went into the other
rooms of their once dog-house. Every room had been
redone in a like manner to their horror.

Once over the shock, the poodle grew angry and bared
her teeth at Fianna. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU
HADN’T GOTTEN INVOLVED WITH THIS GROUP, MY HOUSE WOULD
NOT BE LIKE THIS!”

“I’m sorry,” Fianna began to plead.

The poodle growled and backed towards the door. “All
of those hours I spent decorating this home, wasted!
Well, I will not spend another second here with it
looking like this. I’m going to my mother’s until this
place looks exactly, AND I MEAN EXACTLY, the way it
was before! You got that!”

“But your mother lives five hours away, and I’ll miss
you,” Fianna whimpered.

The poodle simply turned around, walked out of the
house, and ran off into the night.

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Tatiana watched the scene from a safe distance. When
the poodle left, the sorceress laughed and walked back
home. Her long black hair flew in the wind and her
black dress whipped smartly around her legs. But
nothing could distract her now, and she had never felt
better.

Once home, she went upstairs and entered her “special”
room. Nothing had changed except an ornate coffin laid
on the bed.

She ran her hand lovingly over it and whispered, “I’ll
need you soon.”

Then the undead sorceress whipped her head back and
laughed evilly.

To Be Continued! Next up: Fianna's worst fight yet.

MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Tatiana