Posted by Seamus on April 17, 2000 at 20:07:42:
In Reply to: Re: Dear Seamus.............. posted by Elaine on April 17, 2000 at 16:46:42:
: : I am sending this message with BlueSkyWomen in hopes that she can intercept you before reaching us here at Ft. Loudon. She is a dear freind and companion from my childhood village and can be trusted with my secret. ThreeTales' cousin, Davey Gunn, has warned me of what you have said, and I implore you to be silent on this matter. I know that ThreeTales has not yet heard your accusations, and I pray he never does.
: : You did see what you claim, but it was none of the lads that you suggest. Only I, and the lad, know the truth of the matter. Continuing this will only do harm to us all. Please let it be.
: : Besides, if you persist, I will inform ThreeTales of your advances last autumn at Ft. Freeland. Your goose will be cooked, as they say, and ThreeTales will have stuffed Seamus for his supper.
: : TwoBottle, wife of ThreeTales
: : (holder of more than one secret)
: Aha! A heroine enters the tale & raises the stakes.
: Seamus, beware!
I thank you for your kind warning, but before you condemn me let me tell you about the incident of which TwoBottle speaks.
It seems that there had been a large celebration at which a succulent boar was roasted, and the rum was flowing quite liberally. In attendance at this gala feast, among others, was an Indian woman known as Wallowing Cow. This is the same Wallowing Cow who accosted me at Ft. Loudon earlier this year, and whom I believe tried everytime I saw her to get me drunk and have her way with me. Well, I consumed a bit more rum than I should have, and thought, "What the Hell...," and snuck into a tent I thought I had seen ole' WC go into a few moments before.
You can imagine my surprise...and TwoBottle's...when my error in navigation manifested itself. TwoBottle realized my state of, shall we say, total inebriation, and instead of knifing me, threw my sorry hide out of the tent with a resounding thump, which served to sober me up quite abit. I have always regretted my actions and it took a long time before I could look her in the face....and now THIS!
But...it is finished. Since I have met Nancy and have grown so fond of her...you might say, grown to love her...that there is no more rum, and no more Wallowing Cow. 'Nuff said.
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