Posted by Red-Haired Lass on May 26, 2001 at 21:36:02:
In Reply to: Re: What A Revoltin' Development THIS Is! And It Only Gets Worse! posted by Miss Katie on May 26, 2001 at 17:09:47:
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: : : : : *Chomp* *Munch* Well, Miss Marcia, I must say, you do know how to cook! This here Duff is some tasty vittles! And I 'must say, you sure are a fetchin' lassy too! *wink* Not like most o' the womenfolk back home in ol' Water Drop! You would'nt happen to be, say, betrothed or anythin' now.....*Crash* Well, my what is that crashin at the front door....somebody's just come in like hellfire itself.....Oh lord, it's the LAW!
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: : : : Well, howdy everybody. (casting a bright smile about the room) And, Miss Marcia - how pleasant to see your cheerful face again. My, you are lookin' a bit flushed of a sudden - always flatterin' to see how you color up when I drop in sudden like. I see your kitchen is flourishing as usual. Appears to be a few new folks here that I haven't met before. How's about introducing me to this young feller with his mouth hangin' open and his hairpiece on askew? Think I'll join you for coffee, mister, if you don't mind. Oops, careful there - just dropped all your food in your lap - nervous youngin', aren't you? Miss Marcia, if you'll bring us some coffee, I think this young man and I have some getting acquainted to do.
: : : : Why, say, if that isn't Twiggy comin' in the door! Just Old Home Week around here, isn't it? (guffaw, guffaw)
: : : : Bent Twigg
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: : : OH! Benton!! How...how...how surprising, er, NICE that you dropped by! Are you hungry? Should I bring YOU a nice blue plate special like I served to Mr. Ramrod, here? Do you want something to drink? Would you like a piece of pie? A lemonade? Some of your favorite squirrel fritters? A helpin' of Chokeberry Duff? A doughnut, a slice of cake, a piece of fuu-uuudge? Benton? Why aren't you answering me, Dear? Why are you glaring about like that with that alarmingly peculiar GRIN on your face? It's such a DANGEROUS look, Benton. Do relax, Dear, and please don't look so upset.
: : : Oh, my goodness, Mr. Ramrod. Y'all really shouldn't laugh at Bent like that. He don't take kindly to people that makes him feel foolish. Really, you don't want to make this situation any worse do you? As my ol' gray-haired ma used to say, "Don't poke the bear!"
: : : Now, Benton, Mr. Ramrod doesn't mean any harm...honestly he doesn't. No, we WEREN'T tryin' to have the whole place to ourselves at all. It's just that we were talkin' and laughin' and before I knew it, the morning had flown by. That's all! Mr. Ramrod, DO quit laughin'!! Oh, I don't think I can watch this!
: : : OH, NO!! Here comes that Twiggy personage, flingin' her bony ol' self through the door with an odd wooden look on her face. Haven't seen her since our unfortunate evening at She Who Tracks' place. She appears to be upset, though I can't imagine why, since it's MY beau who has cause to be jealous here, and...and...what's wrong with you, Mr. Ramrod? How come you've gone all pale-like? Do you need to lie down? You're gasping like a beached trout, and shaking like a bowl of elderberry jelly! Do you and Miss Twiggy KNOW each other? And Benton, I take it YOU'VE made Miss Twiggy's acquaintance, too? And it's obvious that Mr. Ramrod and I have met, as well. Now isn't this nice? We've all been introduced now, and are sure to become very good friends, right? Right? Dear me, I don't like the sound of all this silence!
: : : Er...would anybody care for some fuu-uuudge?
: : : Miss Marcia
: : Well, now look at the gatherin' in Miss Marcia's Down Home Kitchen! The Red-Haired Lass and I just met up at Bumppo's and were sayin' we hadn't been up to Miss Marcia's for a good meal in a dog's age, so we walked up the trail to see what ye have cookin' today. Greetin's to ye Sheriff Twigg. And Twiggy. And to you, tall, handsome sir, though we haven't been introduced proper, though I dare say the Red-Haired Lass has met ye, since she appears to know all the fine-lookin' gentlemen in town.
: : Miss Marcia, if'n ye'll serve up a portion o' yer squirrel fritters and a steamin' cup o' coffee, we'll get some social intercourse goin' here, since it appears to me, on comin' in the door, the conversation is laggin' a mite. If ye'll shove yer feet over a bit, Sheriff, Hector can settle down under the table and catch any scraps which might could fall his way. There, now, isn't this a fri'ndly group!
: : She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine
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: 'Well, af'noon, Miss Marcia!'
: 'I THOUGHT I detected... uh hum, 'saw' signs of life in Mohicanland's Famous Downhome Kitchen! I have to admit to having a little peek out of my Shoppe window to identify the occupants of the Cabin, knowing you had gone off to the Fat Farm... oops, beg pardon - the 'Spa'!
: O' course, when I happened to spy the tall, handsome stranger... I mean you! I SAID 'YOU'! entering the Kitchen, I thought to myself 'I got to git over there... I mean, I REALLY SHOULD put on my VERY BEST 'Afternoon' sprigged muslin (with the EXTREMELY FASHIONABLE guiper lace collar and gloves to match!)and go over to welcome my good friend, Miss Marcia, back to Mohicanland!
: *looking over Miss Marcia's shoulder*
: (Oh MY! Oh MY! Oh MY!! What a tall, handsome stran...) DEAR Miss Marcia, I DO hope I haven't interrupted a 'private moment', m'dear! Howsever, seen's I'm here, you really MUST introduce me to your new friend!!' *sashaying over to the handsome stranger* 'Please allow me to introduce myself, Miss Katie, proprieteress of Miss Katie's Mohicanland Quilt Shoppe (just a wee plug, dontcha know!). And who might YOU be, si... - 'Oh!'
: 'What HAVE I interrupted??! Sheriff Bent Twigg, 'She Who Tracks', Miss Willow - 'The Red Haired Lass' as well!! I declare, Miss Marcia, you all are having an Afternoon Tea Party! Chattin', laughin', LOTS o' social intercourse and HAVIN' FUN!!! AND I WASN'T INVITED!!! *sniff* Well, I declare I know when I'm not wanted... *snivel... sniff...*
Sure and She Who Tracks an'I were just attemptin' to be social by visitin' here, but it seems to me we've stumbled in upon a bit o'an awkward situation here...the Sheriff glarin' at the very handsome Mr. Ramrod for what reason I can't be imaginin', this Willow woman seemin' QUITE off her feed,Miss Marcia all flustered an'now Miss Katie is carryin' on. Well, seein' as how it's a lovely late spring day,I'd hate to be wastin' it by bein' surrounded by unpleasantness. I believe I'll be headin' back to Bumppo's for a wee dram o'squeezins and then perhaps go walkin' down by the creek...an' seein' as how I think it's quite unfortunate our handsome new guest should have to be sittin' here bein' uncomfortable,I was wonderin' Mr. Ramrod --- now why does that name make me heart pound so sir?---anyway, would you be enjoyin' a walk with me, sir? A lassie still needs to be careful even in Mohicanland, ye know sir, as occasionally a lonely trapper becomes a bit frisky at seein' a woman in a wench blouse. So I might be needin' some protectin' as I take my constitutional...especially as since Nathaniel and the Huron Delivery Boy have been under the weather lately. So would you be likin' to take a walk with the Lass? Might bring a smile back to that lovely visage, sir...