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Noah and the ArkIt was a hot, sunny day in Peewee Grove. All of Noah's neighbors were hanging out in the air-conditioned comfort of The Jump, the most popular casino/video arcade in town. Only Noah insisted on staying home and having his devotionals.
The moment he finished, there was a beep from the room computer and "KNOCK KNOCK" appeared on the display above the door, followed by a shot of Japheth, his youngest son, waiting at the door.
"Come in!" he cried. The door slid open. Japheth walked into the room. "Sorry to interrupt your devotionals, Dad, but I just checked the voice-mail and there's a message from God for you marked URGENT and OPEN IMMEDIATELY."
"You didn't interrupt me, son, I just finished. A message from God, you say? I'll have to check on it. Computer, display inbox on room monitor."
One wall lit up and displayed a list of messages. "There-- that one" pointed Japheth. "Compute
Doctor Who GrammarThere are three main "parts" of Time Lord grammar. These "parts" are: Tense, Sub-Tense and Form
The most simple way to explain how these parts go together is to observe the following equation:
Tense + Sub-Tense + Form = Subject Of Sentence
So everything that follow is all in order to say "I" or "You" in such a way that it will make sense to a Time Traveler. Now we will examine the parts of grammar in greater detail.
There are 18 Tenses. The Tense is the general messurment of Time, relative to the subject
Tenses have two parts, which for simplicity's sake we will call Group A and Group B.
Group A = The "Time" of the event you are speaking of.
Used when talking to one of your previous Regenerations.
This is more like the Future tense of English and other Earth Languages.
-A Fixed Point
-Events Which Occurred In A Paradox
Example: The Year That Never Was
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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