Posted by Miss Marcia on May 30, 2001 at 15:16:38:
In Reply to: Ruminations on the Nature O' Things...... posted by Grapeshot Ramrod on May 30, 2001 at 14:14:55:
: From: The Diary of a Disciplined Deadbeat Do-gooder
: In the Happy Land of Wattle and Daub
: Dear Dye-o-rie
: RIIIIIIIEEEEENNNG! RIIIIIIIIEEEENG! Hey, somebody get the phone!-Grapeshot
: We ain't got no phones 'round here, ya big broken axe!-reply from My Dear Old Crone
: RIIIIIIEEEEENG! Well, what in......oh, them's my ears, still ringin' from being pulled and pinched and cuffed by my dear old next o' kin!
: What a time! I'm still in a bit a shock that I'm actually sittin' here daubin' this wattle on Granny's old shack! I could be out saunterin' thru the countryside searchin' for my des-to-ny in these here hills. I heard tell of a place called the House o' HOO-HA--a place o' intrigue and mystery and other unmentionables! Sounds like a place where I may be able ta indulge in the mysteries o' Mohicanland. I wonder if they got a secret password ta get in, somethin' like you gotta stand out in the middle o' some field or cow pasture and wave your hands in the air, all the while yellin' HOOOOOO-HAAAAAA or somethin' and this place just falls out a the sky. Let me see if'n I can find a way to ske-daddle away from this here daubin'. Hmmmmm.....now how can I get--wait a minnit! Here comes old cousin Fuzzy Gumrot with another load a' mud fer the wall. Now Fuzzy ain't real sure where he's at or what he's doin' all the time. You could say he's a bit....fuzzy.....on the details. Oh, Fuzzy.......
: Grape
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My, it's a lovely day to be takin' a walk around Mohicanland! The flowers are startin' to bloom, and the birds are commencin' to sing...*sigh*...all's right in the land!
Oh, there's that Handsome Stranger, Mr. Grapeshot Ramrod, busy as a bee fixin' up Ol' Crone's wattle hut. Don't it look nice where he's already wattled and daubed! Now that things have calmed back down around here, it's good to see that young man hard at work. He just might make a halfway decent addition to our little community after all, if he keeps on applyin' himself like this.
Hmmmmmmm...here comes one o' those Gumrots. Be darned if I can tell 'em apart, but I think this might be the one they call Fuzzy. What's this?? Grapeshot is a-whisperin' and a-conspirin' with Fuzzy, and he's got a mighty satisfied grin on his face...I wonder what he's up to? There he goes around to the back of the wattle hut with his arm slung across Fuzzy's shoulders, still a-conspirin' away....
I'm thinkin' somebody ought to keep a close eye on what transpires here. Maybe I'll call Sassy...or better yet, I should find Old Crone, and put a bug in her ear. The wattle hut ain't fit for stayin' in yet, so's I imagine she's camped out down by the Glimmerglass. I'll just meander on down that way & let her know that her grandson could use some checkin' up on!
Miss Marcia