|Where there's a Weewoo, there's a way
||Issue: 740 | 15th day of Swimming, Y18
|A Rambunctious Kacheek's Culinary PlightThe alluring elegance of the establishment emitted the feeling of bliss. The restaurant, simply named "Kelp", was rumored to be one of Neopia's finest eateries. On the basis of its eclectic appearance, it certainly lived up to its reputation. |
|Usuki Singing Stars #34: At the Money Tree“Isn’t early-summer cleaning fun, girls??” Sparkles asked enthusiastically. The pink Bruce was sorting through a pile of sweaters, separating them into two categories: sweaters to keep and sweaters to donate. “How are you guys doing?”|
|Tasha The Air FaerieAll of her life, Fyora received attention and special treatment everywhere she went. It is a nice feeling being recognized and admired everywhere you go. However, there was always a tiny piece of Fyora that wondered what it would feel like to live a normal life for one day.|
|Once Upon a MemoryIt all seems like such a long time ago—ironic, really, given that we live hundreds of years in the past now. |
|The Spelling Testt was one of those hot, lazy, summer days when all you want to do is lie on your back among the buttercups and listen to the springabees buzzing by. Being stuck in a classroom felt like being in prison, and I couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end.|
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"Usuki Singing Stars #34: At the Money Tree" by downrightdude
"Isn’t early-summer cleaning fun, girls??” Sparkles asked enthusiastically. The pink Bruce was sorting through a pile of sweaters, separating them into two categories: sweaters to keep and sweaters to donate. “How are you guys doing?”
Patricia sighed as she sorted Sparkles’ shoes. “Why did you ask me to help you clean?” asked the faerie Shoyru. “And how am I supposed to know which shoes are for donation and which ones aren’t?”
Scary sat down on a beanbag chair. “Well I’m not going to waste my afternoon sorting through someone else’s junk,” sneered the purple Bruce. “Especially if I don’t get paid for my services.” Narrowing her eyes at Sparkles, Scary began to file her nails. “This file you have is almost dull.”
“Then throw it away after you’re done with it,” Sparkles instructed. “Patricia, you can just organize my shoes by colour and line them up near my closet. I’ll go through them later.”
As the girls, minus Scary, continued to work, Snaw barged into the room and began jumping on Sparkles’ bed. “I can fly like a Bruce in water!” Snaw cried, jumping higher.
“Snaw, have you finished sorting through your room yet?” asked Sparkles, folding a sweater.
“I will never bow down to the evils of cleaning!” Snaw exclaimed.
“That makes two of us,” Scary mumbled.
“So have you sorted through your stuff, Scare?” asked Sparkles.
Scary shook her head.
|An Interview with the Altador Cup Prize Shopkeeper|
Now that the curtain for AC has fallen, we’re here at the Altador Cup Prize Shop to reap the fruit of our hard work, so to speak. As a completely impartial journalist for the Neopian Times, I didn’t participate at all, and I’m here now to interview the Altador Cup Prize Shopkeeper, who will be telling us a bit about the AC XI prizes today.
|Straight From the Traded Krawk's Mouth|
Whether we’re talking about the trading of rare and coveted UCs, name trading, tier trading, looking for that optimized battle pet, or any other sort of pet trading, the pet trade is one of the most active topics and activities Neopians are discussing today.
|Orlitz and the Search for the Emerald Crown: Part Two|
A warm ray of light streamed through the small slit between the curtain covering the large cut-up windows. The gentle light awoke Orlitz who hid under the quilts of an enormous bed. A clock on her bedside table notified the Cybunny that it was time for breakfast at the lodge.
|Clouds Over Cogham: Part Eight|
Sunlight. Actual sunlight. It’s barely been an hour since Tor and Roberta last felt the sun shining down upon them — since they’d been in the thankfully still-freed city of Brightvale — but the clouds’ smothering pressure had already convinced them that they’d never feel warm again.