<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><BODY BGCOLOR="#ffffff"><FONT SIZE=2>Olaf grinned a wide grin. The slight gap between his two front teeth betrayed
<BR>his peculiar family trait - the gap toothed grin. Since his great, great
<BR>grandsire, Alfred e' Neuman begat the proud line of his kinsmen, the genetic
<BR>trait cropped up from time to time.
<BR>Not that it was unattractive. Many of the young women in their homeland would
<BR>gather, giggle and gossip when Olaf passed by, audibly murmuring about the
<BR>old Norse axiom regarding gap-toothed men and sexual prowess. And, no one,
<BR>certainly, could best him in a spitting contest!
<BR>"Well," laughed Olaf, clapping Sven firmly on the back, " What do you think
<BR>of that little side of bacon?" he said, smiling broadly and gesturing to the
<BR>buxom, blond maiden. "There's a ham that you could nibble on all winter, eh?"
<BR>Sven felt the blood rise to his face. "Watch it," he growled, "lest my ax
<BR>find its way into your pork chops!" But before the two could come to blows, a
<BR>soft voice intervened.
<BR>"Haven't we met before?" Her silky voice cooed. "I can't seem to recall - was
<BR>it perhaps the Allthing last year?" Her blue eyes glowed with a depth of
<BR>mischief. God she was fair! And just as rosy and pink as a little piglet!
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