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	<title>Comments on: Sweet Dreams (a Caption Contest)</title>
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		<title>By: Literary Prize: Assam Tea (&#8220;Royalty,&#8221; No Less) &#171; AngloFiles</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Literary Prize: Assam Tea (&#8220;Royalty,&#8221; No Less) &#171; AngloFiles]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 02:35:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] extraordinaire, will at last receive his prize for coming out tops in AngloFiles&#8217;s first-ever Storytelling Contest. AngloFiles encountered surprising difficulties in fulfilling Mr. Graubart&#8217;s prize request of [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] extraordinaire, will at last receive his prize for coming out tops in AngloFiles&#8217;s first-ever Storytelling Contest. AngloFiles encountered surprising difficulties in fulfilling Mr. Graubart&#8217;s prize request of [...]</p>
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		<title>By: We Have a Winner! New Anglo-Challenge to Follow &#171; AngloFiles</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[We Have a Winner! New Anglo-Challenge to Follow &#171; AngloFiles]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 17:18:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] to Steve Graubart, Chicago-based blogger, confirmed AngloFiles-phile, and winner of our first-ever storytelling contest. You also-rans should watch this space for another crack at a coveted AngloFiles prize with all its [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] to Steve Graubart, Chicago-based blogger, confirmed AngloFiles-phile, and winner of our first-ever storytelling contest. You also-rans should watch this space for another crack at a coveted AngloFiles prize with all its [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Graubart</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Steve Graubart]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the way to their neighbor’s house for mutton dinner, Gloria Henspeck insisted that her husband Harold go back home to change into dinner clothes.  “What makes you think you can go in your skivvies, Harold?” 

“Oh darling, we’ve known the Shrewsberrys for twenty years,” Harold said. 

Little Victoria Henspeck called after the pooches. “Bobo, Winston, you get to have left over mutton tonight!” 

“Now now,” Uncle Cecil gently instructed her; “Bobo and Winston would much rather have regular dog food made from stewed horsie.”

Victoria looked up at her uncle with tears in her eyes and screamed.  “Horsie!”  I will not let them eat Flicka!”  Uncle Cecil rolled his eyes and reached down to calm her, thinking that his sister must curtail the girl’s viewing of old American telly shows. 

“Yes, yes.  Ok Vicky.  I will have the Shrewsberry’s feed them tuna fish.  You don’t mind that, do you?”

Vicky calmed down and smiled.  “Chicken of the Sea, yes, much better Uncle Cecil, Chicken of the Sea.”]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On the way to their neighbor’s house for mutton dinner, Gloria Henspeck insisted that her husband Harold go back home to change into dinner clothes.  “What makes you think you can go in your skivvies, Harold?” </p>
<p>“Oh darling, we’ve known the Shrewsberrys for twenty years,” Harold said. </p>
<p>Little Victoria Henspeck called after the pooches. “Bobo, Winston, you get to have left over mutton tonight!” </p>
<p>“Now now,” Uncle Cecil gently instructed her; “Bobo and Winston would much rather have regular dog food made from stewed horsie.”</p>
<p>Victoria looked up at her uncle with tears in her eyes and screamed.  “Horsie!”  I will not let them eat Flicka!”  Uncle Cecil rolled his eyes and reached down to calm her, thinking that his sister must curtail the girl’s viewing of old American telly shows. </p>
<p>“Yes, yes.  Ok Vicky.  I will have the Shrewsberry’s feed them tuna fish.  You don’t mind that, do you?”</p>
<p>Vicky calmed down and smiled.  “Chicken of the Sea, yes, much better Uncle Cecil, Chicken of the Sea.”</p>
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