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Issue: 728 | 15th day of Eating, Y18 |
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Aspargus and Honey: Neopian Recipes for Springtime
As the weather begins to warm you might be ready to step away from slow cooked, hearty stews. You might fancy a picnic in the crisp, clear sunshine with some seasonal fruit and veg. Or, when those little April showers soon hit, you might still want something a little warming to keep you toasty!
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The Wish Faerie A red Xweetok pushed her way through the crowds of people and the nasty ghosts at the Money Tree with a simple fur cape around her shoulders. She looked among the piles of junk to find anything of use to herself - Katalynina or her brother, a blue Acara named Shinoshin.
by orisasda |
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Emergence “Sorry about the mess,” the pink Uni leading the way said. Common consensus was that her name was Rose, but almost no one bothered to ask her whether that was correct. “I keep telling them that we need better construction and supplies, but they haven’t done anything but install more cages since they built the transfers department – and that was years ago now.”
by alioldman |
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Rhoasy's Raddest Restaurants: Kelp! We’re finally tackling one of the most well known- and most expensive- restaurants in all of Neopia! So put on your fancy dress, get all those NeoPoints out of the bank, and make sure your fur is groomed- we’re on our way to Kelp, a fine dining establishment that will leave your stomach full and your wallet empty.
by tennesseethomas |
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Sylva's Spirit: Origins: Part One Sylva nodded. This would be his 4th colonization trip. Usually the natives were quite surprised to see unknown faces, but Sylva had a calming, yet stoic presence, easing fears of the unknown for them.
by jrayeb3 |
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Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part Eleven Chloe opened her eyes to a familiar sight. She was sitting in the control room, the large screens of the console glowing around her. There was nothing urgent on them; they were exactly as she remembered them from a week before when she had been pulled out of her life into the nightmare future.
by kristykimmy |
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