Posted by Red-Haired Lass on August 03, 2000 at 23:04:29:
Well, as they say when it rains, it pours, and in this case the crises is mountin' up on Bumppo's...not only did I have enough to worry about tonight what with Dweebie's affections and all, but earlier this evening one of the local British officers came in and was askin' after that disgruntled young man what's always moanin' over his lady that ran into the woods. Seems he didn't show up for duty today or this evening. And he seemed to be holdin' us responsible for him bein' AWOL. Now, the last time I saw the lad was night before last, after he'd gotten into that intellectual discussion with the Huron lads. Mind you, things got a bit testy over some o'the finer points of Plato, but at the end of the evening they all said no hard feelins' and invited him over for a cookout. And off they went, takin' a couple bottles of cider with 'em, and that's the last we seen of 'em. Now, tonight the Huron Delivery Boy who I've befriended was in and I asked him about the missin' Englishman. "He was boring anyhow," he said. "Oh come now, Delivery Boy, have a heart!" I said. And he just started laughin' maniacally....now what do you suppose THAT means? Anyway, if She Who Tracks or anyone should be out and about and see that sad Brit, will ye please send him back to his garrison? How long can a cookout last anyway????
And meanwhile, ye wouldn't believe it but some maniac is ravin' about in me backyard playin' on a tom tom. And wailin' like he's bein' bittin' by a woodchuck. It can't be the Huron Delivery Boy...he has too much dignity. I wonder who it is...I need to sleep...and I've been havin' these awful headaches...anyway...
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