Posted by Hector on April 10, 2000 at 17:03:02:
In Reply to: Where the heck is That Man O' Man? posted by Miss Marcia on April 10, 2000 at 15:16:01:
: Yoooooooo-hooooooooooooo?? Benton?? BEENNNNNNN-TOOOOOOOON??? Where are y'all, Sweetie Pie? It is I, your own Miss Marcia, callin' you...Benton? BEEENNNNNNNNNNNNN-TOOOOOONNNNNNNN??
: *mutter*...Drat! Now where is that guy hidin'? Dadblamed vines in my face, and briars catchin' at my skirts, and looky here at all these flies buzzin' around my picnic basket that I packed up special for My Man. SHOOO! *Swat! Slap!!* I don't have all day to be beatin' the bushes looking for Bent...I'm supposed to take tea with Miss Katie and Miss Gaylee. I don't wanna miss it...it'll be a good opportunity to straighten out some of these rumors that are flyin' about, regardin' myself and that deerhunter's bumm! *Slap! Swat!!*
: SHOO, FLY!...
: Yooooo-hooooo, Benton? I brought you some ice tea and some nice little sandwiches spread with your favorite Fiddlehead Fern Jam. Ummmmm, doesn't that sound good? Benton?? BENNNNNNNN-TOONNNNNNN??
: Where AAAAAAAAAAAAARE you???
: *gasp* Oh, my! What's that rustlin' I hear in the underbrush? Oh, I do declare, I hope it's not a varmint of any kind. I do detest varmints so! Maybe I should turn back...I'll just take the path back to the village & get someone to help me find Benton later. Hmmm...I think the path is this way...no, that doesn't look right...must be over here...no, I don't believe that's the way I came, either. Well, it must be here somewhere closeby...I can't have wandered too far off the trail. Oh, dear! That rustlin' noise sounds like it's comin' closer, and I'm gettin' more and more confused! Oh, I do wish I had My Man here to protect me...I just KNOW that's a varmint. That shuffling, clomping sound has "varmint" written all over it! Only one thing to do...YELL for all I'm worth!!
: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPPP!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!! HELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP!!!!...............
Sniff sniff sniff sniff. ACHOO! I smell distress in the air. Distress among all those smashed down bushes and bent twigs and trampled leaves. I smell - - - Hurons! Hmmmm. What's this? A shred of cloth hanging on this bush. Sniff sniff sniff. Miss Marcia's flowered skirt, that's what it is. Something's wrong here. Better go tell She Who Tracks.
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