Re: Gather the Citizens!

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Posted by Bent Twigg on December 12, 2000 at 12:37:27:

In Reply to: Re: Gather the Citizens! posted by Miss Marcia on December 11, 2000 at 21:53:47:

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: : MISS MARCIA! It's so good to see you trudging up the steps to the Tavern - here, let me help you with that load of baskets and bowls you've got there. My! you have done yourself proud. Benton just came in with She and Hector, and I must say, those two wanderers are looking mighty ragged and tuckered out. Bent's got them huddled over by the fire trying to thaw them out. She's got twigs frozen in her hair that must have been there for the last week, and Hector is a.ready sucking up his second bowl of hot rum punch.

: : Dweebie and Uncle Wiscone went down to the canoe to bring up the load of meat She brought back, and it's all frozen solid in one big lump - pelts and all. We may have to cook it all at once, or else turn it over to Doc Mary's Hurons to hatchet it apart for us!

: : Now, you just put those lovely smelling biscuits down here on the table - here comes Bent with a mug of hot toddy for you - oops, watch that patch of snow on the floor. Must have dropped off Hector's coat . . . careful! DON'T SLIP!!

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: My, my, my...lookit those purty little bluebirds, flittin' round my head. Don' believe I've seen bluebirds in Mohicanland THIS time of year before. An' those lovely dancin' stars...ooooh, how sweet. Why I could just reach right up there & grab one...ARRRRGH!!! Maybe not. Maybe I'll just lie right here & admire them. Hmmm? What's that? Who's that bendin' down over me? Why, Miss Gaylee Cooper...however did you get those stars in your hair like that, and those birdies flyin' right 'round your face, Dear? What's that? Am I okay? Well, I reckon...though I'm not quite sure how I came to be lyin' here on the floor in the middle of Bumppo's. Do you suppose you could give me a little hand up? Thankee, Dear...Ooooomph...easy now...just let me get on my feet here. That's better. Now, I'll just lean on your arm a mite and make my way to that chair there. I do believe I've pulled a muscle in my back, twisted my arm, sprained an ankle, and knocked a knot on my head. Let me ease myself down into this seat, and have a couple noggins o' that buttered rum to ease the pain a bit.

: *sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!* Ah, that's better. I can hardly see those bluebirds any more and the stars are definitely winking out one by one. But I DO feel a few more twinges in my back and my arm's a-painin' me. Do you think you could bring me a bit o' that mulled wine, and maybe some spiced cider? Oh, and a mug o' Red's Squeezin's would go down smoothly, sartain.

: *slurp, slurp, slurp!*

: *hic!*

OH! Poor dear Miss Marcia, you've damaged yourself beyond repair again! Here, let me lift you ever so gently up on this sofa and tuck this deerskin around you. Now, don't try to move until you get the mug of Squeezin's down. Let me just put my arm around your shoulders to support your poor aching back while you sip. A little tighter? Certainly, my dear. How's that?

OUCH!!! So sorry - so sorry. Didn't mean to let my hand slip down like that, but you needn't have slapped me quite so hard. Not like we never . . . OUCH!!! Yes, I know Miss Gaylee is listening! So sorry. So sorry Keep my mouth shut and my hands where they belong. Yes, Ma'am.

Stop panting, Miss Marcia.


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