Posted by Courier Editors on February 05, 1999 at 20:09:51:
In Reply to: Re: Sigh! Sigh! posted by Yr Obdnt Srvnt faithful TowneCryer on February 05, 1999 at 18:31:10:
: Dear Industrious Courier Editors,
: a dozen shakes of a pony tail ago, you hollered thusly:
: : ________________________
: : Dear revered Paulette,
: : It is with great dismay that we must inform you of a need to hold the presses. With our next edition of the Courier already laid out in our mind's eye, we prepared for printing. However, when we arrived at ye olde printing shoppe, we were greeted by a most unwelcome scene. Our shoppe was trashed, our ink was splattered, our quills were blowing in the wind! As if this were not bad enough, there were slanders and obscenities scrawled everywhere! It was, dear Towne Crier, an ugly thing to see. Alas! We are much too busy scrubbing & organizing, and removing mud from a pig's sty to meet this issue's deadline.
: : Don't fret, dear Towne Crier! We shall be back in business next week! You shall read ALL the news that's fit to print ..... and then some.
: : Might we suggest a warm elk hide while you wait?
: : Sincerely,
: : The Courier Editors
: Ah, indeed you have been to hell and back!
: Does all that dastardly activity have anything to do with The Queen's heinous words and letters???
: I appreciate the elk hide, if you should be so kind and throw it out the window in my direction? And could you follow it up with that cuppa coffee laced with buttered rum?
: I have decided not to move an inch from my spot at the very front of the line waiting for the Courier to shoot out hot off the presses, and vow not to desert my post even if no elk hide or tin cuppa coffee can be found...
: Sigh... We, the Inquiring Minds of MohicanLand, Want to Know the latest...
: Yrs Truly,
: Determined Faithful Obedient TowneCryer
Dear Determined & Faithful Towne Crier,
Yes, you are an observant one. (In your racket, you ought to be!)
The heinous Queen's letters have infected all of Mohicanland with insane giggling and rantings. It's madness, we tell you! But the dastardly deed doer doth dare do the dark deed that doth do her destruction. As the Mad Hatter hath said; "She's stark raving mad!"
In regard to your current situation of being chilled to the bone, we have sent a courier to bring you a fine elk hide and a tin cuppa coffee, as well as a bucket of spring water. Should you see the Mad Queen lurking about Mohicanland, do dash the water upon her head! We hear she'll melt.
Stay warm, stay calm, stay alert!
The Courier Editors
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