Posted by The Red-Headed Terror on May 02, 2001 at 12:19:11:
In Reply to: Re: Voices in the Forest posted by Miss Marcia on May 01, 2001 at 20:19:34:
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: : : : Did I hear voices speaking my name? Surely it was just a dream. No. No. I DID hear voices! Sounded like someone I knew looong ago when I first happened upon the tribe sitting at counsel in the camp and taunting that wild lady in her cage. Could it be ghosts are coming out of the woods? Is it time to brush up the ol' buckskins and patch up the ol' birchbark canoe? Is it time to visit Miss Marcia and get a face full of downhome fuuu-ddddge?
: : : : The Red-Headed Terror from Schenectady
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: : : Dear RHTFS:
: : : Miss Marcia wants y'all to know y'all are welcome to stick y'all's face in a platter of her fuuuu-uuuuuuuuuudge anytime y'all want! Why I just so happen to have made a big ol' batch of it this very evenin', and I would be ever so happy to sit out on the verandah of my DownHome Kitchen & share with y'all! It's lookin' to be a fine night for a stroll down Memory Lane, too. Any takers?????
: : : Yours Most Graciously,
: : : Miss Marcia
: : Why, hi there, Miss Marcia! Sho'nuff - - - I mean SARTAIN! I'll accept yer kind invitation to sample yer latest batch of fuuuu-uuuuuuuuuudge. I'll be right over, as soon as I get a patch on my canoe (rough winter on the river, ye know - - gets harder and harder paddlin' over the ice now that the GGGGs have got me). But a taste o' yer fine fuuuu-uuuuuuuuuudge and the memories o' our zany days always puts the red back in the hair and gets the blood a'simmerin' fer an adventcha or two.
: : The Red-Headed Terror from Schenectady
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: My, my my! It sure is a fine evenin' for sittin' & swingin' on the verandah, and thinkin' back on those days of yore. Yore troubles with yore canoe...yore good times down to Bumppo's...yore utterly misspent youth! *sigh* It's good to laugh a bit, cry a bit, and stuff our faces with this scrumptious batch of fuuu-uuuuudge! Tell me, RHTFS, are ye any kin to that Red-haired Wench down at the tavern? She's a mite more developed in the Fem-i-NINE Wiles Department, but there's a resemblance, if I squinch my eyes up & the moonlight shines off yer face just so.
: Pass me another little sip of that fine brandy y'all brought along tonight, Dearie. Now, tell me, do you recollect that time when the Bee Holder was aimin' to help my evile twin sister, Sassy, decorate her flyin' carpet for Christmas? Oh, that was a sight, sartain! And do tell me a bit about what's been goin' on in your life more recently...seems like FOREVER since we've chatted!
: Miss Marcia *slurp-slurp, munch-munch*
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Now, Miss Marcia, it's just very possible the Red-Haired Wench and I have some remote kinship. Sartain, we share the same care-free blithe-spirited personality. And the - - - family was a bit far-flung in the days when we were naught but newcomers in the Dutch settlements. Howsever, I went off into the forests and began trackin' La Longue Carabine at an early age, and I misdoubt that the Red-Haired Wench would be like to reco'nize me in my present garb and way of life, even when she's sober.
As to (munch munch - - this surely is the finest fuuu-uuuuuuuuudge ye have ever PRO-duced, Miss Marcia. Just shove that plate a bit closer, so's I can reach the pieces on the far side, wouldye?) the days gone by, I do remember those fine romps with the Calm Bee Nation, but I more often raise a chuckle over the memory of Sheriff Twigg duellin' with Major Rentokil over your fair self. What would the clumsy stick have done without the intervention of good ol' Sassy? By the way, have ye seen aught o' Bent lately? Seems as if yer romance has cooled somewhat, or I'm missin' my guess. Don't mean to pry, though, if it's a subject that distresses yer tender sensibilities.
The Red-Headed Terror
(aka She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine)