I was thinking about a certain soft drink of Japanese make on the way
back from my weekly anime shopping shopping yesterday, and I came up
with the following.  Don't blame me, its not my fault...my brain made me
do it.  Oh, for anyone thats wondering, I'm still working on the
American Catgirl in Nerima...I'll have it finished sometime.  Really!  I
promise!

Trel'la
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	Ryoga cursed himself for...how many days had he been cursing himself? 
Was there anyone so unfortunate as he?  The boy *had* set off to find
Akane...nothing unusual about that. He got caught in a sudden rainstorm
and turned into a pig...nothing unusual about that...not for
him, anyway.  But then, he found himself *here*.
	He was held in a large, mostly empty chamber.  This wouldn't be a
problem, normally...even in pig form, Ryoga had enough strength to get
him out of most ordinary situations.  More strength than brains, some
said.  But he was held restrained in a harness, constructed of a tough
and unbreakable fabric (maybe kevlar, or could be memory metal,
whichever the reader wishes...), and try as he might, he could not force
or squirm his way loose.
	Its a good thing there was a watering station within easy reach of his
mouth.  The room in which he was confined was infernally hot, and he was
sweating like a...well, like a pig.  If he didn't have a steady supply
of water, he would quickly dehydrate, but a pump brought forth a
continous stream of fresh, cold water.  He was fed regularly twice a
day, too...pig food, of course, but he had to eat *something*.  So,
whoever was holding him captive evidently wanted him in good health.
	But for what purpose?  The lost boy had no idea why anyone would wish
to keep a pig under these conditions.  There was that strange collection
tray, for one thing...right under him, positioned in such a way as to
capture all the sweat that rolled off him.  That sweat flowed into tubes
and was pumped away...where?  Ryoga supposed it was inevitable that with
all the cross-dressers, Amazons, crazed martial artists and other
assorted odd examples of humanity he encountered, he'd just *have* to
find a mad scientist somewhere along the way.
	The boy pondered again how he was going to get out of this mess.  Akane
would be worried about him, after all...both as Ryoga *and* P-chan (but,
he wondered, which would she miss the most?), and Ranma...well, he hated
to admit it to himself, but he supposed Ranma would be worried, too. 
Once again, he mentally kicked himself...why, oh *why*, didn't he take
that left turn at Sasabo?
	Meanwhile, a large corporation was begining its marketing campaign for
its new soft drink.  They believed they had a winner on their hands. 
>From the same company that gave Japan Pocari Sweat, comes the newest
taste sensation...Peccari Sweat!
-- 
"Here comes Gregory...little Gregory Peccari...the nocturnal gregarious
wiiiild swine"  F. Zappa