E-Mail-Gotta Love It

E-Mail: Gotta Love It

Spinner popped out of the modem and found Rayzer snoring, his feet propped up on the desk, head tilted back, and arms hanging limply off the arm rest of his computer chair. She tipoed up to her friend. Mischief danced in her eyes. She was about to shout "BOO!" into his ear when the computer BLEEPED and BONGED, almost startling her out of her skin. Rayzer slid out from his chair and hit the floor with a WHOMP that shook the building.

"What?" Rayzer sat up, still dazed. His head hit the bottom of his chair. "Ooh." He winced and rubbed his head. Spinner giggled.

Rayzer caught a glimpse of his computer screen and jumped up excitedly. "I've got E-MAIL!" He eagerly pulled the chair to the desk and pulled the keyboard out on its under-desk tray. He grabbed the mouse firmly.

"Humpph!" Spinner said, her feelings hurt. Rayzer hadn't even said hello to her.

"Oh hello Spinner," Rayzer said. "I'll be with you in a minute. Let me check my e-mail first."

E-Mail: Gotta Love it!

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