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Welcome to the Front Page Edition of your favorite IRC Game - Story Time with LT!

So gather 'round little children, to hear the Tale of The Tenacious Christmas Twig!

Our story begins in a tiny Maine town at the outset of a furious winter season. The sky overhead was an ominous grey, and everywhere you looked, enormous piles of frozen snow and ice covered the land.

All was still; every house was boarded up tight against the harsh, scouring wind that tore at their beams and rattled loose their chimney bricks. No one who lived in the town dared venture outside for fear of frostbite and the sudden sharp crack of a falling icicle.

It was only December, and it was already dark.

But there, out in the highest snow and sheerest ice, grew a tiny Pine tree twig. It was nothing showy, mind you, even a little scrawny - but it grew nonetheless.

It poked up from the comatose earth on a slender frame, with only the smallest spark of green to announce itself. In truth, even now it's head was already bending under the weight of the elements as they scattered the roof shingles and shredded the screen doors of the houses nearby.

"Why am I here?", the twig timidly said to the Wind.

"OUT..OFMY....WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" said the Wind as it threw itself against the faded wood of the high fence the twig was using to support itself. "OR I WILL FLATTEN YOUR BONES!!!"

And so the Twig lay in the cracks of the ice that were his bed and tried to sleep.

The next day was as dismal as the day before. The sun was nowhere to be seen - only a wan and feeble light rose behind the faraway mountains to mark where it last had been.

The Twig arose from his bed of cracked ice and stretched, only to discover that nearly all of his needles had fallen off while he had shivered through the night.

He found that he could no longer support himself without them. Soon, the Wind would surely return and with it, a rude new bed of packed snow would bury him for good.

He turned to the Fence and asked, "Oh, Fence? I have no more needles. Surely you could lend me a plank to lie upon above the frozen ground until they return?"

And the Fence said, "OUT OF MY YARD! YOU WILL NOT GAIN ENTRANCE BY STEALING MY PRECIOUS PLANKS!"

And with that, he dumped a fresh load of solid ice upon the twig, who was defenseless below.

The Twig could not move, indeed, could barely breathe, as his tender roots were shot through with cold. And he could hear the ill Wind rising, like a locomotive in the East, snapping telephone poles and shattering windows as it came up over the hills.

"There's no time now," the poor Twig peeped,"soon I will be torn from the earth and blown to the End of the World!"

And so The Twig dug himself in as best he could, and bent his head low to the dead blue ground. Perhaps the Wind would fly over him and continue on its' way.

But then the Twig saw a cow, with it's eyes bright with fear, go sailing over the Fence and into the growing dark.

"Please Mr. Wind, don't take me now, not now..."

Will The Twig Escape? Or Will He Be Blown To the END OF THE WORLD? Tune in tomorrow for the next installment of...

The Tenacious Christmas Twig!