Posted by Miss Marcia on January 31, 1999 at 15:31:57:
In Reply to: Re: Message to Simon posted by Doctor Mary on January 31, 1999 at 14:25:55:
Doctor Mary wrote:
: Oh, my lord! Mr. Girty, your sense of direction matches your
: fickleness. Mr. Poe was running the pool skimmer over my
: hot tub in preparation for tonight's ablutions, and found
: poor Dweebie floating in the corner. Great job you did fixing
: the poor thing's glasses...the lenses are supposed to go
: IN FRONT, Simon honey. Luckily, Mr. Poe gave him immediate
: mouth-to-mouth resuscitation (and didn't he have some fast
: explaining to do when I happened upon THAT little scene!!!)
: and he managed to save him. We wrapped his poor, frail little
: body in a horse blanket, and he's resting comfortably in the
: tool shed. Perhaps you'd still like to visit, Simon...and
: while you here you can figure out how to remove two sacks
: of squirrel innards from my hot tub!!!! And no, they don't
Dear Doctor M...imagine my surprise to read this message from you, when the Dweebster just staggered into the village this very morning and collapsed in a heap upon Old Crone's doorstep! (Poor fool couldn't even figure out to collapse at MY house, where he'd find vittles and drink to help fix him right up!)
"Hmmmm..." says I. "Who is this Dweebie Imposter Doctor Mary's blatherin' on about?" So I checked with Sassy, and she did a little of her conjurin', and lo and behold! It appears we have a real mix-up going on here...that's NOT Dweebie in your hot tub, you crazy medico! That's his long-lost twin brother, Feebie!!!
He's worse than the OTHER one is! Take him, and welcome to him!
More on the saga of Dweebie and Feebie Day-Lewis, who were separated at birth, on another day!
Love & Like that,
PS...oh, and it turns out the Mr. Poe you've been guarding so carefully lo these many weeks isn't Nathaniel at all, but *E. A.*,..some writer who churns out gruesome stories about beating hearts and ringing bells and lost maidens named Lenore, nameless here forever more.
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