Posted by Old Crone on October 16, 1998 at 16:32:39:
In Reply to: LOTM Shenanigans posted by Sassy Soothsayer on October 16, 1998 at 08:00:33:
: Hi, there, Folk! This is your Eye-in-the-Sky Action Reporter, Sassy Soothsayer, checking out the traffic on the George Road and keeping a sharp lookout for any sort of hooliganism elsewhere in Mohicanland! Yesterday afternoon, I hopped on board my Purple Paisley Magic Carpet and took a cruise down by the little red schoolhouse just in time to see the local bully, Brom Bones, picking on that new schoolmaster, Ichabod Crane...it doesn't take much poking around in ye old tea leaves to see that any day now, those two are going to have a SERIOUS disagreement. Hope nobody loses his head! Today, I'm off to pay a visit to The Old Crone, Miss Marcia's Kitchen, Bumppo's Tavern, JFC's Fast Food Eatery, and the Huron Village. I shall make observations of everyone and everything I see & then consult my ever reliable pewter tankard of tea leaves...taken together, that's GOSPEL, doncha know!
: I shall be out of reach as I fly the Friendly Skies, so it's tata for the nonce. Be watching for Sassy with News & Predictions Live at 11:00!! Until then, hold down the fort. I mean that sincerely...HOLD DOWN THAT FORT...Sassy has a feeling trouble may be coming! More on that later...
: Yours Enchantingly,
: Sassy Soothsayer a/k/a Mme. Claire Voyant
: Motto: You Can Run, But You Can't Hide...not from Sassy, anyway!
UFO!! UFO!! The sky's a fallin'! Help, a big purple rag jes swooshed down outtin' the sky and buzzed my wattle hut. There was a lady sittin' a'top wearin' flowin' veils fappin' in the breeze (the veils - not the lady, and a peerin' down (the lady - not the veils). I chucked a rock at her, but the dang thing fell back and konked me on me head. (That's that gratuity or graffiti I done heard 'bout.) I'as so startled I stumbled and fell in the pig pen (already had my daily waller). If that wern't enough some dang, prissy fool in a white wig called Heywoody come down here waggin' some kinda forms. I come out here to get away from the goveryment. Thunder and Lightin'!, he ougher be drawn and quartered. (There's smoke coming out of my spell checker).
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