Posted by Bent Twigg on July 04, 2000 at 10:43:50:
In Reply to: Re: Thought for the Day posted by Miss Marcia on July 04, 2000 at 00:08:14:
: : Good Evening, Miss Marcia,
: : Just stopped by to see if you'd like to enjoy some Fourth of July Fireworks with me? (Not that we've declared Independence yet, it being only 1757, but I always say no time like the present to start practicing.) Perhaps we could invent the tradition.
: : Bent
: Why, good evening, Dear Benton! SEW nice to see you tonight. Fireworks, eh? Well, I don't know exactly what all that might mean...but I DO have a bit of fireWATER on hand...a lovely peach-flavored brandy with a real nice bite to it. Got it from that French Trader, I did, and it is just the thing to have with a bit of my special buttery pound cake. Why don't you have a seat on the porch swing, an' I'll fetch you some of both.
: *la, la, la...nuthin' says lovin' like somethin' from the oven, and Miss Marcia says it best!*:
Dear Miss Marcia,
Just wanted to tell you what a fine evening it was, creating our own little display of fireworks to anticipate our Spirit of Independence. Couldn't have asked for a better display of fireworks than when the Cherry Bombe exploded as you took it out of the oven. Howsever, it was pure delight lickin' it off the walls and carpet.
I was just a bit taken back when you lit the rum-laced pate on the crackers, but once they cooled down, they were sure a tasty way of makin' the firecracker a permanent part of the tradition. And as for your idea of inventin' the Pinwheel, decorating your spinning wheel with flamin' porcupine quills did brighten up the evening, although I reckon it is going to take some time to sand the burn spots off the pinewood floor. Was probably not a good idea to throw the peach brandy on the boards that caught fire.
I'm sorry the roamin' candles in the winders didn't work out too well, but when I bought them from the Mohicaan Bountyess, she didn't tell me they were like to fly all over the roof and into the woods, but you must admit, they did rout the skulkin' Hurons out of the bushes and send them yelpin' off through the forest, so saved us a possible scalpin'. Alls well that ends well.
At least the evening ended peaceful, and as for sparklers, well, there's no sparklers like those eyes of yours when you allowed me to put my arm around your shoulders as we sat rockin' in the porch swing, watchin' the stars shinin' through the branches and listenin' to the hoot owl croonin' at us from the pine tree. I'll say no more about that, not wantin' to offend your maidenly sensibilities, but I think the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday.
Now I must get on over to the Town Square and see to settin' up for the big picnic and bonfire. Should be a great event, and I understand the British are plannin' on participatin' as well as all the various Indians that attended our Thanksgiving Feast. Hope we can avoid any differences of opinion, but I'm sure Doctor Mary can arbitrate if anybody gets touchy.
Your staunch admirer,
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