Re: More Developments

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Posted by The Old Crone on May 27, 2001 at 18:42:54:

In Reply to: More Developments posted by Grapeshot Ramrod on May 27, 2001 at 14:35:19:


: *Wincing in pain from his pinched ear*

: Well kind Mo-Ouch!-hicanlanders, you certainly are an active and unruly-ouch!-nice bunch a' folks. I'm sorry if my presence has caused so much conflagration but-granpappy I'll be happy ta opologize ifn youd be so kind as ta let go a my ear-OUCH!-thanky. Now then, I guess I should come clean-though it ain't my week fer a bath! I ain't been real genuine honest with everybody here, except when I said the Chokeberry Duff was awful good. Your welcome, Miss Marcia! I'm not exactly from the good me-tropulis of Spilt-Ale-ville liken I first said-but close-and actually those Gumroots ain't my kinfolk exactly-but I known them a long time! And that rukuss at the 10th Annual Moon like a Mohican Seminar last year mighta been my......*CRASH*BANG*THUD* tarnation! Cousin Peachpit Gumrot just come crashin' down Miss Marcia's chimney-and he don't look happy! He's waverin his tomahawk-the one he got from Ming the Mohawk-around and shoutin up a storm. Looks like he's got a bone ta pick with Sheriff Twigg about that hog he ain't paid for yet. Now's my chance ta excape real fast like-*shoooooooooom* off like a elk! Wait-who's that on my tail? Aw rot, it looks like that Red Haired Lass is after my loincloth!

: Grape

Screeeeeeeeeech!! Dang that Peachpit Gumrot, if he ain't loosed my hold on Grapeshot - - - git 'im! GIT 'IM!! Whooooooops! *thud bang* Cripes almighty, come innocent back to Mohicanland, and the first thing happens is I git smashed flat into the floor by a red-headed wench chasin' out the door after that scoundrel Grapeshot ain't got no respect for decrepit crones A'tall!

Well, Miss Marcia, - - - Yowwwwwww! Peachpit put down that tomahawk an' git off'n the Sheriff's back! We're talkin' pig prices here? PIG PRICES?? Seems ta me there's more goin' on here than meets the eye, pig prices bein' the least o' it. OUCH!! That's MY eye yer foot jist connected with, Sheriff!

CRASH! SPLATTER! SLURP CRUNCH SLURP CRUNCH SLURP.

Well, leave it to Hector to make a good thing outta a brawl. So much fer yer squirrel stew and Chokeberry Duff, Miss Marcia. Ain't nobody gonna help me up off'n this floor and get some order to this gatherin'?

The Old Crone


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