Moby pointed out the Internet Anagram Server the other day, and I have to admit, after viewing anagrams for "Fortunalee", I'm left wondering about some really serious issues, and am impressed not by the wisdom of Solomon, but the wisdom of "Anna Graham", and its potential as a cure for writer's block. Or not.
Feta Rule On - I didn't realize there were rules to feta. It's cheese - how many rules could be broken in the name of cheese?
"We have rules here," the Wisconsin Cheese Commissioner barked. "You can't walk in here and ignore the Feta Rule, just because Cheddar Court has been temporarily suspended!"
Fear Ole Nut - Sound advice. I mean, don't you fear all the old nuts in your neighborhood?
Ole Nut hadn't left his tree in a squirrel's age, but he was still the scourge of Rodent-On-Meadow in England's north counties. The war between the squirrels, red and gray, had taken its toll, and a winner was emerging...
Un Fetal Roe - Philosophy, morality and politics all in one anagram. I'm impressed.
A True Elf No - It is important to know that Fortunalee is not a true elf. Not that she ever claimed to be.
Rat Fuel One - Sounds like the name of an oil rig, doesn't it? Or maybe a spaceship that carries bio-fuel up to the space station?
Rat Fuel One raced towards the space station at 23,000 mps, in a desperate bid to save the last two cosmonauts. It had been nearly a week since the asteroid had come crashing through the De Kuiper barriers, and taken out the fuel cells and 2 of the 3 banks of solar panels, and the space station was getting cold. Very cold...
At Felon Rue - The street of criminals in Montréal?
"Pi-i-i-ickpockets! Pickpockets for your street fairs!" called one of the barkers at Felon Rue. "Cutpurses for subway platforms! Bu-u-u-rglers for sale!" "Hey lady, why'nt you sell me that kid of yours - I need another apprentice..."
Art Nee Foul - If my last name was Foul, I would have changed it when I got married too.
An Elf Route - Flee past the tanner's hut, through the thistle-downs, and into the Valley of Ferns. Run into the dark woods, quick as you can, but mind the blackbird caves, and stay clear of the Cliffs of the Damned. Once you get to the stone castle at the farthest edge of the woods, turn towards the setting sun, not towards the mountains! Stray not from the Elf Route!
Oral Tee Fun - It almost sounds like a new brand of toothbrush. Almost. Either that, or a orthodontic porn movie. I'm going to let you write your own opening for that one.
Lone Fur Tea - This sounds like something pioneers might have drunk, when they were stranded out on the prairies during long, cold, lonely winters.
Mary took out the last tin of Lone Fur Tea, and silently debated whether she should brew it now, or wait until her strength and the fire were both nearly gone. She'd taken it out three times in the last day, and each time decided she could last another few hours without it, and so tucked it back into the old battered rucksack, and kicked a bit more life into the fire...
There are a thousand stories in Naked Anna Graham City... and every one of them probably destined for the next Bulwer-Lytton contest!
