Re: The Old Crone is Dead

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: : : : The Old Crone is dead.  Her friends carried her wattle hut and it's contents to Lake George, set it aflame and adrift, her body in it.  She spoke her mind honestly and with few words.  She was kind-hearted and generous.  She loved everyone and was kind to all.  
: : : : Her friends have moved on to greener meadows and clearer waters.  They search for a better place where people are kind and considerate of each other. 

: : : Pat,

: : : Huh? ???????????????????????????  Why?

: : : Bill R

: : Beats me, Billy. I'm still trying to figure out why I woke
: : up wearing a hefty bag and sleeping next to a stuffed
: : aardvark. That's the last time I trust Richard to mix
: : MY drinks!!! Where's my coffee, dammit????!!!!

: : Doc M

: Ma Chere Doctor Mary,

: That is not a stuffed aardvark - that is mon oncle Capitaine R. D'Vark!  He was on his way from his quarters in the Canadas to assist with the war in Mohicanland, and having a penchant for strong drink and beautiful, self-sufficient women, probably followed you home from Bumppo's with the hopes of having finally found an a(u)nt more  to his taste than his previous string of losers.  Please clean him up and send him down to the river, where I await his arrival in my ark.

: Yours most respectfully,

: Jeanne D'Arc


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