This was never posted to Usenet. However it does show the risks of going without
sleep for long periods of time quite well. The spelling and lack of punctuation
is as it was when I original wrote it. A friend wrote me a little guide
about sleep after reading this.
And so it came to pass that the attack on the washing up beast by dawn's
early light but was a fient to lure it to a false hope it would left in
peace. However, our troups had a fiendish plan to devestate the beast and
suitably punish it. A swift attack was pressed home by the light of the
stars. In the bleached colours of the night the frenzy of battle was somehow
muted; the lunging and counter scrubbing of the brush seemed at one with the
attacks and screams of pain. Even the normally lurid colours of the magical
fairies was reduced to a dull glow, much like a small school of phosphorescent
fish timidly breaking from the sea.
Whilst the washing up beast fought long and hard, it was at last vanquished.
However, let not our victory lead us to believe that the washing up breast
is banished; legends have it that it will arise from its ashes like the
phoneix. To once more rattle its knifes at us in anger.