Re: Ruminations on the Nature O' Things......

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: : 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 

: Grapeshot, ye worthless scoundrel, stop moonin' around and git ta work.  I see ye sittin' over thar tryin' to come up with some plan to skedaddle outta here afore the wattles is fairly set on the hut.  Don't think I don't know what yer thinkin', me as has known ye since I swaddled ye in yer first loincloth.  Speakin' o' which, just to make sure ye don't go slippin' away, I done stuck both pairs o' yer pants and yer moccasins in the washin' cauldron along with a sizeable helpin' o' Granny's Lye Soap, so until the wash is done, don't be thinkin' o' slidin' outta here.

: Now why can't ye be a hard worker like yer cousin Fuzzy here?  I know - ye'd rather be cavortin' around town with that no-good other cousin o' yourn, Peachpit.  Well, don't even think about it, scuzzball.  I got my handy-dandy willow switch here, what has been keepin' ye in line fer a good many years, and it ain't worn out yet.  Now paste those wattles! Hup! Hup!

: *good-fer-nothin' jist like his grandpaw was.  grumble, grumble, mutter, mutter.*

: The Old Crone


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