Whilst The Cat's Away, The Mice Will Play

Posted by She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine on June 09, 2001 at 09:37:26:

Seems to me, Old Crone, since everybody is leavin' town for the Gatherin', it would be a good time for you and me to go searchin' for your pig. After all, with the whole place as quiet as an Indian Burial Ground, all that pig has to do is scratch, and we could hear him! And while we're ahuntin' the pig, we might could gather us a few pelts to trade for needfuls when the Traders come flockin' back, that is assumin' they haven't lost all their goods in the games that's goin' to be played at The Gatherin'.

What's that, Old Crone? Ye refuse to paddle the canoe this time? I can't imagine why not. Seems to me, last time, ye got fair crafty at it once ye figgered out how to go straight for'ard and stopped makin' circles around that fool rock in the middle o' the river. Now, don't put yerself down, Old Crone. Ye're a fine huntin' companion, and ye can be useful in a multitude o' ways, and I promise I won't make ye paddle the canoe. How's that?

Let's see, now. We need our blankets, and our powder and shot and flints and waddin', and a fryin' pan, and and an extra pair o' moccasins apiece. A parcel o' parched corn, salt, coffee, some wampum to trade in case we get in a tight spot. . . no, no, I'm not sayin' we're likely to run into hostile Indians. Just bein' on the safe side, ye know. Never can tell . . . now, don't get nervous . . . I'm just sayin' . . .

All right. Forget the wampum. If yer goin' to have the heebie jeebies the whole way, just acause we got it along, we'll do without it. Never pays to borrow trouble. Right.

Oh, yes, and don't let's forget this jug o' spruce I have stored away behind the fireplace. Useful for snakebites and for doctorin' in the event o' havin' to extract an arrow or bullet . . . wait a minute, Old Crone - come back here! I didn't say we were goin' to get bit by snakes or pierced by arrows or bullets! I just said . . .

All right. Say we take it for relaxin' by the fire at night. That easy enough to handle? Good. As soon as both yer teeth stop chatterin', we'll get on with our plannin'.

O' course, we got to have a fire when we camp at night. How do ye think we cook our supper and keep the bears and painters away? Well, o' course there's bears and painters in the forest. Did ye think we were goin' huntin' in the middle o' town? COME BACK HERE! Ye're the skeeriest piece o' work I ever did see! Oh, all right. There's no bears and painters in the forest. I was just teasin' ye. Now, stop yer snifflin' and sobbin' and help me get these supplies in the canoe. We'll take along yer favorite book o' fairy tales and I'll read ye to sleep every night. How's that? Make ye feel better?

She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine

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: Seems to me, Old Crone, since everybody is leavin' town for the Gatherin', it would be a good time for you and me to go searchin' for your pig. After all, with the whole place as quiet as an Indian Burial Ground, all that pig has to do is scratch, and we could hear him!  And while we're ahuntin' the pig, we might could gather us a few pelts to trade for needfuls when the Traders come flockin' back, that is assumin' they haven't lost all their goods in the games that's goin' to be played at The Gatherin'.

: What's that, Old Crone?  Ye refuse to paddle the canoe this time?  I can't imagine why not.  Seems to me, last time, ye got fair crafty at it once ye figgered out how to go straight for'ard and stopped makin' circles around that fool rock in the middle o' the river.  Now, don't put yerself down, Old Crone.  Ye're a fine huntin' companion, and ye can be useful in a multitude o' ways, and I promise I won't make ye paddle the canoe.  How's that?

: Let's see, now.  We need our blankets, and our powder and shot and flints and waddin', and a fryin' pan, and and an extra pair o' moccasins apiece.  A parcel o' parched corn, salt, coffee, some wampum to trade in case we get in a tight spot. . . no, no, I'm not sayin' we're likely to run into hostile Indians.  Just bein' on the safe side, ye know.  Never can tell . . . now, don't get nervous . . . I'm just sayin' . . .

: All right.  Forget the wampum.  If yer goin' to have the heebie jeebies the whole way, just acause we got it along, we'll do without it.  Never pays to borrow trouble.  Right.

: Oh, yes, and don't let's forget this jug o' spruce I have stored away behind the fireplace.  Useful for snakebites and for doctorin'  in the event o' havin' to extract an arrow or bullet . . . wait a minute, Old Crone - come back here!  I didn't say we were goin' to get bit by snakes or pierced by arrows or bullets!  I just said . . .

: All right.  Say we take it for relaxin' by the fire at night.  That easy enough to handle?  Good.  As soon as both yer teeth stop chatterin', we'll get on with our plannin'.

: O' course, we got to have a fire when we camp at night.  How do ye think we cook our supper and keep the bears and painters away?  Well, o' course there's bears and painters in the forest.  Did ye think we were goin' huntin' in the middle o' town?  COME BACK HERE!  Ye're the skeeriest piece o' work I ever did see!  Oh, all right.  There's no bears and painters in the forest.  I was just teasin' ye.  Now, stop yer snifflin' and sobbin' and help me get these supplies in the canoe.  We'll take along yer favorite book o' fairy tales and I'll read ye to sleep every night. How's that?  Make ye feel better?

: She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine  


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