Posted by Miss Marcia on October 07, 1999 at 21:39:28:
In Reply to: Re: Emergency Supplies for Half-Drowned Gnomes and Prostrate Crones posted by Sheriff Twigg on October 07, 1999 at 20:06:43:
My Dear Hero, Benton, writes:
: I guess this means we got to rebuild that gol-durned wattle hut again. Bout this time, I could build one in my sleep. Glad the Old Crone and Miss Paddletale and Miss Jeanne and The Gnome all safe again, though, I suppose some the worse for wear. Looks like Miss Paddletale's done gone and lost all her feathers again. Seems to be no way we can keep that duck decent! I could stand mebbe one week around here without trippin' over a naked duck!
: Where's those mint juleps? The refugees from the river aren't the only ones could benefit from one of your magic concoctions right now. *Grumblin' and mutterin' to himself*
I guess you are right, and we will have to see about building Old Crone a new place to reside, for sure. But, the trouble is, I've checked around the neighborhood, and we seem to be fresh out of wattles!! A veritable wattle blight seems to have sticken our dear land. I checked out Wattle Warehouse, Wattle Warren, and World O' Wattles...no luck. I wandered, wambling & worrying, over the woebegone wastelands, looking, looking, looking for wayward wattles, but alas! Mohicanland is definitely WATTLELESS!!
Well, you may wonder, without wattles, wattle we do? Not to worry! Miss Marcia to the rescue again! Ta-da! I have been baking and baking all evening, and voila! WAFFLES! Stacks and stacks of WAFFLES! Without further ado, let us proceed to the Old Crone's former place of residence, and put together her New, NEW domicile...Mohicanland's First Waffle Hut!
Wandering, Wondering, but Worrying No More,
I Remain, Yours Most Affectionately,
PS...You can slap some of them waffles on that nekkid duck, too!
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