Re: Citizens of Mohicanland.....NOW What??

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: : I beg your pardon, Yengeese Strumpet, but did I hear you say that the House of Hoo Hah has been visited by none other than Sheriff Twigg?  Surely not!  Indeed, Miss, I can't i-MAG-ine our upright Arm of the Law engaging in any such . . . well . . . any such . . *huff, puff* . . well, you know. . .   I wonder if Miss Katie and She Who Tracks are aware of this?  Certainly not!  And poor dear Miss Marcia, I wonder if anyone has told her?  Of course, no one would, but then, surely the sweet thing has a right to know if she is being . . . well, you know!  Of course, I wouldn't say a word to anyone - gossip is such a low form of communication - but . . .

: : OH, SHE!  SHE!  Nice to see you.  Would you like to stop by for a nice cup of tea?  I have a LOVELY new can of English tea, and this is just the time to break it out and have a friendly chat.

: : Miss Gaylee Cooper

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: *Walkin' through a Winter Wonderland...*

: I swan!  What a lovely day it is today, with the sun a-shinin' down on all the fresh snow.  It looks pretty as a picture in Mohicanland, as we get ready to celebrate Christmas!  And how pleasant to be all bundled up in my warmest woolens & carryin' my beautiful fur-lined muff which Benton gave me for Christmas LAST year (wonder if I might be surprised with a matching hat or scarf this year??).  I purely do LOVE a nice stroll in the snow.  Makes me feel like downright frisky!!

: "Oh, good afternoon, She.  Howdy-do, Miss Gaylee!  Mighty nice day today, isn't it?"

:   Hmmmmmmm...those two look like they're up to something.  What was that snickerin' all about, I wonder?  And the way they nodded hello, then scooted right inside Miss Gaylee's house.  Oh, crikey!  I hope they aren't gossipin' about me...I know I presented a shameful spectacle the other night at Bumppo's when I fell an' hurt my back so.  I had to have a pretty large dose of squeezin's & mulled wine & cider, strictly for medicinal purposes, of course.  But a genteel and RE-fined Southern lady such as myself isn't much used to spirits, doncha know, and I'm afraid I don't remember much about the end of that evening.  

: Oh, my...a lady's reputation is EVERYTHING, and I surely don't want stories being spread about me...what to do, what to do?  I'll ask Benton.  He's so upstanding and honest and full of integrity, he'll know how I should handle this.  Though, to be sure, never a breath of scandal has ever touched HIM...but still, he's a good man, and will surely protect my interests, if anyone is saying naughty things about me.

: I'll just see if I can find him now...

: *hurries off down the snowy lane*


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