Re: On The Way To Bumppo's Tavern - The Plot Thickens

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: : : : To The Esteemed Sherriff Bent Twigg:

: : : : Sir, I beseech you to take good care of our dear Towne Crier when you are together at Bummpo's.  His state yesterday evening was deplorable, and I know you to be an upstanding citizen of MohicanLand so I trust indeed that you will assist him in either cutting short his prodigeous embibbing, or at least see him safetly home in a something other than a state of undress.

: : : : With gratitude, I remain,
: : : : YHS,
: : : : English Trader

: : : To The English Trader -

: : : WHOAAAAAAAA, there!  You just threw me for a loop with THAT one.  You say you saw our own Towne Crier in a state of undress at Bumppo's Tavern and the Towne Crier is a HE?  Dear me, I coulda sworn the Town Crier was a SHE, always wearin' that slinky black evening gown and high heeled satin shoes and everything.  My goodness gracious, it all goes to show there's some things in Mohicanland too deep for the likes of me, long as I've lived in this part of the woods!  Well now!  Yes, indeed, I'll see to it that the Towne Crier doesn't imbibe overly much, since it would be a sore loss to the town if she - er, he - er, the Towne Crier didn't call the hours and keep us informed of any disturbances during the night. Thank you for alerting me to this problem.  I'll see to it right away.

: : : Sheriff Benton (just call me "Bent") Twigg

: : Well, She and Hurry,  I just got an urgent request from the English Trader to see to a little problem up at Bumppo's Tavern, and as much as I'm enjoying this moonlight ramble in your company, it seems I'd better pick up the pace a little and get on up there.  If you can't move that hound dog of yours a little faster, She, maybe I'd better just move on ahead, and we'll meet over a tot a rum when you get there.  See you later.

: : Bent Twigg

: Uh oh, Hurry, looks like things could get complicated.  We better hope Miss Marcia and Doc Mary have found somethin' else to do tonight, or there's goin' to be some fireworks in Mohicanland, sartain!  Let's get a move on, and mebbe we can get there ahead of Sheriff Twigg in time to warn Miss Marcia.  Come on, Hector, move those shaggy paws o' yourn.  You know how to trot, boy!  Hector!  Hector?  Hector - - -?

: She Who Tracks


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