Posted by Miss Gaylee Cooper on July 29, 1999 at 17:03:24:
In Reply to: Re: Where is My Kitten? posted by S.Girty on July 29, 1999 at 01:46:26:
: : I was most distressed by the precipitate exit of my poor kitten on the back of that flea-bitten hound! How in heaven's name was I to know that you had a vicious beast like that secreted in your back parlor? Our poor little Painter (such an artistic name, don't you think?) was obviously frightened half to death, and now I can't find her anywhere. She's such a delicate little thing and prone to nerves, I think. I have searched all around the library and up and down the street and even stopped in at Bumppo's Tavern to ask if anybody had seen her. Of course, not that THOSE ruffians would be any help. They just smirked and said to go ask Simon Girty, if I could find him. Can't imagine what they meant, but then they have no RESPECT for us feeble females and not a one even offered to help me search for little Painter. Whatever, shall I do? Do you think I ought to put a Lost and Found notice in The Courier?
: : Miss Gaylee
: >a jingle uv' coin ta' th' notice would 'elp 'n findin' yar'
: poore kat Ah'm shur' [hehe-hiccup!]....'n sum' rum, er,
: medicin'als fer' th' kat, er', uh, twig scratchez Ah' got
: chasin' thru th' woods afer'en that kat 'n' mangy hound!
: Simon Girty
Why Simon! I do declare, I think you've been - - yes *sniff sniff* - - -I think you've been - - indulging in strong spirits again! Oh, dear, and I was so hoping you would be able to tell me where my kitten is, but you probably don't even remember where the woods are at this point, let alone the kitten! Just straighten up there, son - - stand still and stop that weaving. Twig scratches - - my eye! Unless the twigs were painted with red nail enamel - - well, I won't say any more about THAT! It's not fitting conversation for a lady.
As for the medicinals, I believe you've covered all the medicinals you need out at Bumppo's. If you want to make a bid for the reward I'm offering, you'll track little Painter and bring her back safe and sound, and then get yourself on over to She Who Tracks' cabin to join the crew that's going to rebuild The Old Crone's hut for her this weekend. I've heard tell you are very clever with building stick and clay chimneys, and we can use all the help we can get. Now GIT!
(Goodness, gracious, there's no understanding that boy! Whatever would his mother think if she could see him now!)
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