Re: The Ark in the D'ark

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: : : : Help! Help! Yo Help!
: : : : I woked up this mornin' ta find some spear-totin' French gal stole my wattle hut fer her houseboat.  What am I gonna do? My beautiful, fine home is floatin' away and me with it.  Help!
: : : : Old Crone

: : : Miz Crone,

: : : Hit's me, Jeroboam.  Now don't go gettin' testy and puttin' me in jail agin.  T'aint my fault.  I had too many o' them rum libations at Bumppo's an' woke up with a sore head and sour stomach on the good ship "Mahala."  I bin right across the North Atlantic Ocean, south to the Indees, then right round to Montevideo.  We hightailed it back 'coz o' that big blow in the Atlantic.  An' I hope the Good Lord an' His Angels protect all the good citizens of Mohicanland who are in the path o' that evil storm.

: : : Miz Crone, I'm right sorry to hear about yer house.  Here I come with all these yerbs an' spices an' fine lace fer ye, an' I hear yer house is settin' sail fer parts unknown.  I aim to help ye build a new place, an'  Miz Crone (hehe), how's about if I wattle yer daub, so to speak...

: : : Yer faithful servant,

: : : Able (hehe) Seaman Jeroboam Jones

: : Jeaoboam! Jeroboam!  Leave the wattle hut as it is and come help The Swarm.  The storm has made a swamp of the meadow, and the hives are floating away!  The Bee Holder wants your help to move the hives to the haven of the French woman's ark.  We will give you a pot of the finest honey to lend us your arm and lift us to safety.  Come quickly - there are only ten hives to move, and they will take up only a little space on the ark.  Quickly!!

: : Cara Bee Ann

: Miz Cara Bee Ann,

: I sure will help ye, ma'am, if ye promise not t' bee-devil me with stings.  An' c'n ye make that a pot o' mead?  Honey is nice, but I'll prob'ly need some reinforcement fer this job.

: Bee seein' ye,  

: Jeroboam Jones


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