Where can I get a good wolf costume?
Right, I want a nice wolf costume like Max’s from Where The Wild Things Are, or, something along thoses lines. I DONT want it to cover my face and I want it to be grey or white. Sorry I feel like I’m being demanding 
Or, if all els fails, I may turn to making one. If so, how to I go about doing that? Do I just get some all-in-one pjamas and sew fur to them? I allready have black gloves with fur on them, so… Yeah 
Cheers, Duma x
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Endings as a Beginning. Will you comment please?
We cried, hugging, filled with longing and love.
"We and the Doctors will do all we can sweet child"
That warmed as does a fur lined winter glove.
Her only miracle fading, we wet each other with tears
All life compacted into most joyful moments
My mom so wanted to absorb my fears.
"It is my mission, and your life force that will see this through"
Again all life compressed in a greater sense
Parting slowly, I had to ask, "Yeah but who will take care of you?"
Then we shared a tearful laugh
Thank you both 1 and 2. If you knew me you might better understand.
All life is a terminal event. Mine just races against me faster than yours might perhaps
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Constructive criticism on the beginning of my story?
I’ve posted a few extracts from this before – it’s the beginning of my novel. Anyone who’s come across this before will see it’s changed a bit – Isabel originally rescues him from the sea, but I thought maybe that was too unbelievable. Anyway, any opinions welcome.
I wonder, if a bolt of lightning hit the power lines, would it travel along the wire, into the house, into my computer, through my charging i-pod, in through the earphones and fry my brain? Not that there’s any lightening in the sky, though it can’t be too far away. Flakes of snow have been drifting down all day, the vanguard of the approaching storm. Outside, the grass and stone of my surroundings are covered with a thin layer of white, thickening with every moment.
A glimmer of movement outside distracts me. The police car is leaving I watch it go down the twisting driveway, waiting until a flash of sun reflected from the windshield tells me it’s reached the main road. Yanking the earphones out, I shut down the computer and head down the stairs, boots in hand. Buck, catching my excitement, pushes in front of me causing my feet, clad only in socks, to slip on the wooden stairs. For a few heartbeat less seconds I feel the pull of gravity, drawing me to the tiles below. Images flash through my mind of myself falling down to the cold tiles below, bones splintering, head cracking. I right myself and continue down, taking deep breaths to recover my shattered nerves. Buck is almost turning cartwheels in the hallway. Well, as close to cartwheels as a giant hairy dog can get.
Rachel is at the bottom of the stairs, examining her reflecting critically in the mirror. She pushes a strand of hair back into place before turning to me. I sit on the bottom step, pulling my boots on.
“What did the police want?”
She shrugs. “Another hiker’s gone missing. You’d think people would have more sense than to go tramping over the hills at this time of year, especially in this weather.”
“Like me, you mean?”
She smiles. “You know the hills so well. That doesn’t mean I’m not worried though.”
“Buck needs walking. So do I. I’d go mad if I spent too long indoors.” I could kick myself. If Rachel has noticed my little slip-up she doesn’t let on.
“How many hikers have gone missing this year?” She wrinkles her forehead in thought. “It must be at least ten since I came here.”
“I think twelve, maybe more.” I concentrate very hard on keeping my sock from wrinkling uncomfortably inside the boot.
“Is that normal?”
“I can’t really say I’ve noticed. A few go missing every year. The hills around here are more dangerous than people think.”
I stand up, pulling on my coat and gloves. Rachel follows me through the kitchen to the back door. She looks up at the old tower on the hill. Black against the massing grey clouds, like a finger making a rude gesture out to sea. Or beckoning ships to their doom. Rachel shivers.
“I think it’s that place.”
“Don’t tell me you believe my Dad’s ghost stories about witches keeping people locked in there?”
“Course not. It’s still creepy though.”
I open the door.
“Iz, wait, you’re forgetting something.”
She hands me my mask.
“Come on, no one’s going to be out there today.”
“Just to be on the safe side. There might still be some police poking around.”
I take the mask from Rachel and roll it down over my face. At least it will help to keep me warm.
Outside, Buck leads the way as we walk past the lake. Although I had planned to walk over the hills this afternoon, the approaching storm sends me instead on the shorter walk to the beach. Buck runs along the edge of the lake, its waterfall frozen to a dull red icicle, stretching from cliff to surface. He follows the river down to the shore, running through its rocky tunnel. I hold my breath until I see him emerge safely on the sand, his coat stained with something like rust. The cold snap has come on so suddenly that Buck’s winter coat hasn’t had a chance to come through yet, though you can see the fur thickening at his shoulder and along his spine. I plunge my hands into the thick brush on his neck, trying to warm them. Winter is usually my favourite time of year. I enjoy seeing the impact of my presence on the world. My feel crunch over the snow, foot prints quickly wiped out by the increasing fall of snow. I take a deep breath and breathe out, the warm air waiting for a moment before being dragged away by the wind.
I settle myself on a boulder, watching Buck run alongside the tide line, whining out to sea. I pull the envelope from my pocked and run my fingers over the handwritten address. An American postmark and stamp. I don’t know anyone in America. I try to remember if Rachel has mentioned anything about Aunt Lilla going there for the holidays. But I know I would recognise her handwriting. From its thickness, I guess it’s a Christmas card. Christmas is still two days away. Should I open it? Who would know?
I turn the card over in my hands, considering. I look out to sea. While I’ve be
I turn the card over in my hands, considering. I look out to sea. While I’ve been sitting here the wind has increased, whipping the sea into a frenzy. I admire the iron grey of the sea, a perfect complement to the heavy clouds. Snowflakes land on the envelope, blurring the last line of the address. Here isn’t the place to read it. I shove the envelope into the deep pocket of my parka and call to Buck, who is hidden from view behind a pile of rocks.
He mustn’t be able to hear me for the wind. As I draw closer, I see he’s nosing at the chest of a young man, sitting on the beach and rapidly becoming covered by the increasing snowfall. The boy is soaking, hair plastered to his head, whether from seawater or snow, I can’t tell. He stares at me blankly, seemingly totally unaware of his surroundings. The wind redoubles its efforts and I’m nearly blown off my feet. It’s probably a bad idea to take him home with me, but what’s the alternative. I don’t see anyone else around and if I leave him here he’ll probably be dead before too long.
“The house”, I chatter through my teeth, gesturing feebly up the slope. “It’s not far”. The wind whips the words from my lips, carrying them off out to sea, he looks at me with incomprehension.
I take off my parka and throw it around him and offer a hand up. After a long pause, he takes it. Together we stagger forwards. I look around me. In the time I’ve spent on the beach, the snow storm that has been
In the time I’ve spent on the beach, the snow storm that has been threatening all day has now broken in earnest. At the most, I can only see a few feet in front of me. The house is lost in the snow. I try to think. Find the stream. I head up the beach, my arm around the boys shoulders. Walking into the wind is like walking into a wall, for every two steps we take, I think we’re blown another step backwards. Every breath is like inviting a thousand icicles to stab my insides.
Eventually we stumble over the rocky entrance to the tunnel the stream runs through. From there I am able to follow the stream up to the lake. From here it should just be a short walk to the house, but I still can’t see it. Buck forges ahead, coat so crusted with ice he looks like some kind of snow monster, at least twice his normal size. I trip and fall into a snow drift, almost dragging the boy down with me. It feels so warm. It’s so tempting to lie here. To rest, just for a few moments.
I know it’s quite long, but I’d really appreciate any feedback and thoughts on how it could be improved, or whether anyone would be interested in reading more of something like this.
Oh, and I know there’s a few typo. I’m correcting them right now
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Random jokes and whatnot?
A blonde and her brunette friend were talking, when the blonde said, "I hate all the blonde jokes people tell."
"Oh, they are only jokes. There are a lot of stupid people out there. Here, I’ll prove it to you."
They went outside and hailed a taxi driver.
"Please take me to 29 Nickel Street to see if I’m home," said the brunette.
The taxi drove them to Nickel Street, and when they finally got out, the brunette looked at the blonde and said, "See! That guy was really stupid."
"No kidding," replied the blonde. "There was a pay phone just around the corner. You could have called instead."
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A blonde went to the dentist one day to have a tooth pulled and she was very nervous about it. The dentist noticed this and while he was putting his gloves on, he started to talk to the woman so she wouldn’t feel so nervous.
He asked, "Do you know how they make these gloves?" The woman shook her head. The doctor explained, "In a big rubber factory they have a whole lot of men and women with different hand sizes and they have to put their hands into a big huge tank of melted rubber and wait until it dries and then take it off and do it again." The woman didn’t even blink she seemed to be too busy trying not the panic.
So he tried telling her a joke or two but once again she didn’t even smirk. So he gave up about five to ten minute later.
In the middle of getting the tooth removed she burst out laughing and he had to stop in case she’d choke. He asked, "What’s wrong?" She just laughed and said, "If that’s how they make gloves I wonder how they make condoms."
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A blonde, A brunette, and a red-head all died in a car crash, and they all went to heaven at the same time.
They arrive at the gates of heaven, when God appears and tells them they must pass a laughter test, if they fail, they will be sent to hell.
The objective was to climb 100 stairs without laughing. Each stair will have it’s own joke.
The Brunette goes first, and laughs at the 46th stair.
The Red-Head goes second, and makes it to the 77th stair.
The Blonde, makes all the way to the 100th step, when she suddenly bursts out with laughter.
God asks "Why are you laughing now?"
The Blonde says "I just got the first joke".
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10. Viagra, it’s "Whaazzzzz Up!"
9. Viagra, the quicker pecker upper.
8. Viagra, like a rock!
7. Viagra, when it absolutely, positively has to be there tonight.
6. Viagra, be all that you can be.
5. Viagra, reach out and touch someone
4. Viagra, strong enough for a man, but made for a woman!
3. Viagra, tastes great! More filling!
2. Viagra, we bring good things to life!
And the number one slogan being considered by Viagra:
1. This is your penis… This is your penis on drugs.
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A man was sitting at a bar enjoying an after-work cocktail when an exceptionally gorgeous & sexy young woman entered. She was so striking that the man could not take his eyes away from her. The young woman noticed his overly-attentive stare and walked directly toward him.
Before he could offer his apologies for being so rude, the young woman said to him, "I’ll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for 0 on one condition."
Flabbergasted, the man asked what the condition was.
The young woman replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words."
The man considered her proposition for a moment, withdrew his wallet from his pocket and slowly counted out five bills, which he pressed into the young woman’s hand.
He looked deeply into her eyes and slowly, meaningfully said, "Paint my house."
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The sperm whale has the heaviest brain of any creature that ever lived on Earth.
Julius Caesar, the famous Roman emperor, had all the hair on his body plucked. Baldness in ancient times was a sign of mascilinity.
Charles Dickens got paid penny per word for his novels. (Thus explains the length of "A TALE OF TWO CITIES")
Dinosaurs burped and farted.
A cockroach can live nine days without its head before starving to death.
The shortest war in history was 38 minutes between England and Zanzibar.
A polar bear’s skin is black. The fur is not white. It is actually clear.
William Shakespeare, the English genius, invented the words "assassination" and "bump."
Women blink twice as much as men.
On average, a right- handed person lives nine years longer than a left- handed person.
If the population of China passed you in a single file line, it would never end because of the rate of reproduction.
China has more English speakers than the USA.
The longest name for a town in the world is 167 letters.
The longest word in the English language contains 1909 letters. It is the name for a part of DNA.
Vatican City is the smallest country in the world with aa population of 1000 and an area of 108.7 acres.
An elephant walks on its three toes.
The whale is considered a mammal (creature with hair or fur). The hair on the whale is on its chin. It has three hairs.
A cow cannot give milk unless it has had a baby first.
The right arm of President Lincoln was longer than his left. This is because in the political campaigns, he would have his right arm shaked many times.
No portrait of Washington exist with his mouth open. He had wooden teeth and if were to open his mouth, his teeth would fall out.
Washington never chopped down a cherry tree.
Marie Antoinette never said "Let them eat cake." It was rumored that she did to stir hatred against her.
Some useless things to know for the fact of knowing.
The most common last name in the world is Patel.
The most common first name in the world is Mohammed.
No word in the English language rhymes with the words month, orange, purple, or silver.
A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.
Our stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every 2 weeks or else it will digest itself.
Our skin weighs twice as much as our brain.
An ostrich’s eye is larger than its brain.
If you ever find yourself in the jaws of a crocodile, jam your thumbs into each of its eyes. It will release you instantly.
The first bomb dropped by the Allies in WW II killed the only elephant in the Berlin Zoo.
If you being chased by an alligator or crocodile, run in a straight path rather than zig-zag. They can’t see straight.
The best selling book in the history of man is the Bible.
The largest pyramid is not in Egypt but rather in the Yucatan (Mexico), built by the Mayans.
The Amazon River is the largest river in the world by volume.
If a octopus gets hungry eough, it’ll eat its own arms, besides it has eight it can spare one or two.
When you sneeze, the air that comes out of your nose goes faster than that of a hurricane.
Why is it that to stop Windows 95 or 98, you have to click on "Start"?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
Why does the sun lighten our hair, but darken our skin?
Why can’t women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Why don’t you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?
Why is "abbreviated" such a long word?
Why is a boxing ring square?
Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?
Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?
Who had the horrible idea of the word lisp having a ’s’ in it?
Why is it that rain drops but snow falls?
Why is it that when you’re driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavour, and dish washing liquid made with real lemons?
Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?
Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?
Why is the word dictionary in the dictionary?
Why isn’t there a special name for the tops of your feet?
Why isn’t there mouse-flavoured cat food?
You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes? Why can’t they make the whole plane out of the same substance?
Can fat people go skinny-dipping?
Why do you need a driver’s license to buy liquor when you can’t drink and drive?
Why is it in a film any lock can be picked by a credit card or a paper clip in seconds, unless it’s the door to a burning building with a child trapped inside.
Why is it in a film most laptop computers are powerful enough to override the communication systems of any invading alien civilization.
Why is it in a film television news bulletins always contain a story that affects you personally at that precise moment you turn the television on.
Why is it in a film the door bell always rings at the end of a conversation, never in the middle.
Why is it in a film a detective can only solve a case once he has been suspended from duty.
Why is it in a film if you decide to start dancing in the street, everyone you bump into will know all the steps.
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A mother taught her daughter about sex.
She said,"If somebody feels the top part of your body, say stop. If somebody touches the bottom part, say don’t."
One day the daughter came to the mother and said,"A boy in my class touched both the top and bottom parts, so I said, don’t stop!"
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Two virgins get married.
As their first night together approaches, they wonder what they are supposed to do. So they decide to call the bride’s mother.
The mother tells them to get undressed. They do.
Then she tells the bride that the groom should put the "Hardest part of his body into where you go to the bathroom."
An hour later, when the bride’s mother calls back and asks how everything went, the bride says, "Well, I don’t know, he has his head stuck in the toilet bowl, now what?"
Anything funny to you?
Star.
Too long for you?
Star anyways.
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Wine Button Girls [explicit]?
*Bro-in-law wrote it.
High stockings and classy,
No skirt, but not trashy,
Just a corseted bust
With buttons down her back.
The curves of a wine bottle
With sweetness within it,
Ten bucks to win it,
But don’t get me wrong -
That’s only for dinner.
Smooth and flowing,
High heels and glowing,
But not just any -
Black stilettos and lace.
Silk-lined gloves with a velvety touch,
Buttermilk cold, but butterscotch warm,
A black fur scarf not covering much -
The elegant beauty of a butterly swarm.
A soft neck with pearls,
True wine button girls,
Corseted closed
With sweetness within it,
One night to win it,
But don’t get me wrong -
The corset stays on.
Dazzling to the eyes
From her face to her thighs,
From her thighs to her lips,
From her lips to her hips.
From her hips to her hair,
From her hair to her back,
From her back to her front,
From her front to her rump.
A tall glass of wine, but buttoned up tight -
Not whorish, not loose, not nasty –
Just right.
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help with english homework please?
1- Put the words in the box into their correct topic groups, There are three in each group, The fourth line is for you to add another word from your own.
Words :
paper mills, inland lakes, furs. fishin, sparkle, wolves, skiing, evergreen forests, glitter, arctic fox, skating, scarves, bright, ship building, islands, reindeer, snowboarding, gloves
Topic groups :
Winter sports
Wild Animals
Industries
Warm Clothing
‘Light’ words
Landscape
2- Put the two parts together, one word from A, one from B, to form ten words
A : down / out / day / mid / sun / ever / glass / in / table / gem
B : green / night / stone / hill / ware / light / doors / light / land / ware
3- Use some of the words from exercises 1 and 2 to answer there questions, use full sentences.
a) How Do children keep active in long, cold winters ?
b) How do people make a living in very col weather ?
c) Can any wildlife survive extreme temperatures of a cold winter ?
Any help would be greatly appreciated
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Help with english homework please ^_^?
1- Put the words in the box into their correct topic groups, There are three in each group, The fourth line is for you to add another word from your own.
Words :
paper mills, inland lakes, furs. fishin, sparkle, wolves, skiing, evergreen forests, glitter, arctic fox, skating, scarves, bright, ship building, islands, reindeer, snowboarding, gloves
Topic groups :
Winter sports
Wild Animals
Industries
Warm Clothing
‘Light’ words
Landscape
2- Put the two parts together, one word from A, one from B, to form ten words
A : down / out / day / mid / sun / ever / glass / in / table / gem
B : green / night / stone / hill / ware / light / doors / light / land / ware
3- Use some of the words from exercises 1 and 2 to answer there questions, use full sentences.
a) How Do children keep active in long, cold winters ?
b) How do people make a living in very col weather ?
c) Can any wildlife survive extreme temperatures of a cold winter ?
That’s it, I’ve already done it, just want someone to solve it correctly so I can make sure my answers are correct.
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HEY, How Is My Novel Beginning??????????
This is a rough draft of a couple paragraphs. I don’t know what to do next. Any ideas?
Logan ran quickly through the forest without making a sound. Holding his breath, he aimed his bow at a silver furred, golden antlered stag running away from him. Pulling back the line, he released the arrow. It rippled through the air with great speed, but the stag sensed it racing toward him and jumped away from it. The arrow hit a tree and Logan rushed to pull it out.
Logan woke up to see his room. He rubbed his gray eyes and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, you‘re going to be late.” his mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“I‘m coming.” Logan replied as he slipped on his clothes.
He grabbed a pair of black, fingerless gloves before he ran down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen to see his family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and his sister, Allyson, was eating cereal at the table.
“Good morning.” his mom said.
“Good morning, I will see you later.” Logan smiled as he grabbed his jacket.
I think I have an idea on what to do next. How is it?:
Logan goes to an orphanage where he helps out. And a girl comes in with her mom to adopt a kid. She talks to him and they start liking eachother.
He will eventually go to that forest. I have an idea on what will happen
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How is the first page of my novel?
It isn’t finished yet, but I’m working on it.
Logan ran quickly through the forest without making a sound. Holding his breath, he aimed his bow at a silver furred, golden antlered stag running away from him. Pulling back the line, he released the arrow. It rippled through the air with great speed, but the stag sensed it racing toward him and jumped away from it. The arrow hit a tree and Logan rushed to pull it out.
Logan woke up to see his room. He rubbed his gray eyes and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of dark gray jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Logan, you‘re going to be late.” his mom, Tracey called from downstairs.
“I‘m coming.” Logan replied as he slipped on his clothes.
He grabbed a pair of black, fingerless gloves before he ran down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen to see his family. Tracey was at the oven cooking cinnamon toast and his sister, Allyson, was eating cereal at the table.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, I will see you later.” Logan smiled as he grabbed his jacket.
He ran out to his tan truck and pulled out of the drive way. Turning the corner, he almost slid on ice that had been left from the winter. The town he was driving through, SilverCreek, was kind of a small town. It had a dinner, a church, and a school toward the far east end of it. It was such a small town that everyone knew each other.
“Hey Logan.” people would call out when he drove by.
Logan pulled up into the parking lot of the SilverCreek orphanage. When he got out of the car, a boy ran up to him. The little boy had green eyes and black hair. He was wearing dinosaur pajamas.
“Happy birthday PJ.” Logan said as he handed PJ a stuffed bear. “How old are you?”
“This many.” PJ held up five fingers. “Happy birthday. This is from us.” PJ said, pulling out a wrapped gift.
“Who’s us?”
“The kids and Kristy.” PJ smiled. “How old are you?”
“I’m 17.”
Logan walked PJ into the orphanage and into the kids room. Kristy, the orphanage owner was playing with some of the kids in the corner. When she saw Logan she got up to talk to him.
“You shouldn’t be here on your birthday.” she said.
“It’s PJ’s birthday too, I wanted to be here.” “And plus, I got him that bear.”
Logan pointed to PJ playing with the stuffed bear in the corner.
How did you like it?
PJ is Logan’s favorite kid in the orphanage.