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Posted by Hector on January 09, 2001 at 12:53:25:

mutter mutter mutter

Here I been waiting near a week for She to get back. She promises me a good bone and some water-and-ale from Bumppo's Tavern, burrows off through the snow, and never comes back. The fire's out, the bearskin has fleas, and the dried venison jerky that's left is NOT to my taste!

mutter mutter snuffle

Mebbe I ought to get myself up to Miss Marcia's. She's always good for some food and sympathy. Almost too weak to crawl through the woods and up on her veranda. But then, that's always good for a little extra beef stew and a soft bed. Hope she doesn't have that consarned bird Basil visiting her like she did last Summer. Don't think I can cope with that loud-mouth bird, hungry or not. Ah, the days when we knew the time honored recipe for Green Parrot Soup.

snuffle snuffle scratchscratchscratch! damn bearskin!

Okay, here I come, Miss Marcia, ready or not.

Hector


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