Spinning #2
Choco and Company, continued (see previous post "Spinning," for the prequel)
Obviously, I am stalling with regard to this story going anywhere... bear with me, or just refuse to read it. Whatever you do, don't take me very seriously.
The mouse pricked its ears, at the same time straining its eyes toward the hillock. Its heart began to palpitate as the pile was swept into the makeshift hat.
"We just exited a time warp" said Charley dreamily "and we are living in the days of Guinevere and Sir Lancelot —"
"Those immoral ancient lovers," interjected the Girl.
"— it's Connecticut Yankee and King Aurthur all over again, only make that Oregon Backwoodsy Mennos. We have been transported with the contents of our house — we have only to step outside the door and realize our fate."
— The mouse, buying into the fantasy, began to shake with fear — fear because of tales of the Black Death as passed down from European rats. "Yersinia pestis!" he squeaked, revealing his dealings with lab rat escapees from Oregon State University. "Regurgitating fleas and swollen lymph nodes — why didn't I stay outside where I would have been safe from such time machines?" —
"Yes, Charlie, precisely. I needed a place to do my special project for health class, and figured what could be better than a health education program for the ladies of the 14th century? I knew they would not accept a single girl travelling alone, and brought you along as my body guard."
Here the mouse squeaked loudly and the children returned to earth — not to deal with the mouse, however, because inhabitants of Dogbone did not regard mice in a negative light.
"No, really, Charlie. About as exciting, but just a tad more realistic."
"Aha! A card stamping party with all the little brothers invited?" — with a smirk.
"Look, I said 'more realistic' than Connecticut Yankee."
"Of course... well, er... you just learned that we are descended from a long line of resurrection men, perhaps Jeremiah Cruncher himself — now down't prewaricate ma'am."
"Reading too much Dickens, you are. But who knows, maybe we are."
"That would be sorta neat — I never could see what was so bad about making use of dead bodies and "their" belongings — they can have mine when I die."
"I'll keep that in mind. Guess again. Third time's the cornucopia."
"It must have something to do with that mysterious meeting you just returned from — which you have cruelly tantalized me with all week long. Don't have enough female intuition to figure much more — has something to do with what's-her-name's wedding, since she wasn't invited."
"Female intuition, Bah! You hit it right on the head. Well, maybe on the shoulder, but you were close. Planning a bridal shower, that's what we were doing — but that's not precisely what I was aimin at."
Obviously, I am stalling with regard to this story going anywhere... bear with me, or just refuse to read it. Whatever you do, don't take me very seriously.
The mouse pricked its ears, at the same time straining its eyes toward the hillock. Its heart began to palpitate as the pile was swept into the makeshift hat.
"We just exited a time warp" said Charley dreamily "and we are living in the days of Guinevere and Sir Lancelot —"
"Those immoral ancient lovers," interjected the Girl.
"— it's Connecticut Yankee and King Aurthur all over again, only make that Oregon Backwoodsy Mennos. We have been transported with the contents of our house — we have only to step outside the door and realize our fate."
— The mouse, buying into the fantasy, began to shake with fear — fear because of tales of the Black Death as passed down from European rats. "Yersinia pestis!" he squeaked, revealing his dealings with lab rat escapees from Oregon State University. "Regurgitating fleas and swollen lymph nodes — why didn't I stay outside where I would have been safe from such time machines?" —
"Yes, Charlie, precisely. I needed a place to do my special project for health class, and figured what could be better than a health education program for the ladies of the 14th century? I knew they would not accept a single girl travelling alone, and brought you along as my body guard."
Here the mouse squeaked loudly and the children returned to earth — not to deal with the mouse, however, because inhabitants of Dogbone did not regard mice in a negative light.
"No, really, Charlie. About as exciting, but just a tad more realistic."
"Aha! A card stamping party with all the little brothers invited?" — with a smirk.
"Look, I said 'more realistic' than Connecticut Yankee."
"Of course... well, er... you just learned that we are descended from a long line of resurrection men, perhaps Jeremiah Cruncher himself — now down't prewaricate ma'am."
"Reading too much Dickens, you are. But who knows, maybe we are."
"That would be sorta neat — I never could see what was so bad about making use of dead bodies and "their" belongings — they can have mine when I die."
"I'll keep that in mind. Guess again. Third time's the cornucopia."
"It must have something to do with that mysterious meeting you just returned from — which you have cruelly tantalized me with all week long. Don't have enough female intuition to figure much more — has something to do with what's-her-name's wedding, since she wasn't invited."
"Female intuition, Bah! You hit it right on the head. Well, maybe on the shoulder, but you were close. Planning a bridal shower, that's what we were doing — but that's not precisely what I was aimin at."
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