Ray's Thought for the Day

I, Ray am sooooooooo happy! First, Crumby and me have united in the face of onerous tasks and we shall face them together, if we ever get around to them. One of the reasons we are bosom companions is cause we tackle onerous tasks together, eventually, maybe. Then too, as part of our negotiations on distribution of labor regarding the onerous tasks, I, Ray will be going along to the Farmer's Market to acquire my cinnamon bun, anon. It is part of my usual practice to acquire one of those delicious cinnamon buns at weekly intervals, the specified interval falling hard upon the nonce. And to top all this off, it's rainin'. Three coyote big yips fer the rain.

This is how come, I, Ray am soooooooooo happy!

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Later, anon for Ray, comes to fruition.

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Smack!..............Smack!.............Mmmm boy! That was delicious!

Did you bring me a cinnamon bun, Ray?

I'm sorry Hope. I was fixin' to get you one, but just before they sacked mine up, a lady sneezed right on the rest of the ones the vendor had on display. So I figured ye wouldn't want one of those cinnamon buns. But if ye go over there now, I bet those cinnamon buns that got sneezed on have done been vended, and they have some new ones out, maybe.

Hmmm. I might just do that, now that Ogma has asserted himself.

Yep. He has indeed asserted himself marginally. But when I went over there to get my cinnamon bun it was rainin' cats and dogs. If it had not been fer my Druid trainin', both here at Red's and at Dr. Swineherd's, my heart would have sank. For I noted that due to the rain a poundin' down, a great many of the flat chested among the vendors had not shown up and I would have been, in the absence of any Druid trainin', heartsick that the cinnamon bun vendor was among the flat chested, maybe.

That does sound very scary Ray. What did you do?

Well, I ignored ever' thing except where, from previous experience, I recollected to be the general vicinity of the cinnamon bun vendor and I high-tailed it straight in that direction.

Oh my goodness Ray. That was awfully smart. And you got there, expeditiously, to find your bun.

Yepper. But then events took a turn fer the worse, fer I could espy but two cinnamon buns on display, and I, Ray was cued* up behind two gluttons.

Yikes! That's horrible Ray. Were you beside yourself with anxiety?

Very nearly I was, but my Druid trainin' kept me under control even when those twain gluttons purchased both those twain displayed cinnamon buns.

They did! Gracious Sakes Alive! Whatever did you do then Ray?

I calmed myself Hope, calmed myself and enquired of the vendor, "Do ye perchance have more of the cinnamon buns similar to the cinnamon buns those gluttons have absconded with?". Then, as if by magic, the vendor produced a cake box, and inside that particular cake box, were encapsulated a full quartet of cinnamon buns.

Thank Goodness Ray. I know how much you care for those cinnamon buns. So what happened next?

Once I espied the particular cinnamon bun I was after I didn't waste any time grabbin' it up out of the cake box and to protect it, I breasted it, and that action, breastin' that cinnamon bun, was fortuitous, just in the nick of time, and wholly attributable to my Druid trainin', fer about then is when that lady sneezed on the rest of those buns.

Ray, I am so proud of you. Do you really think the cinnamon buns that got sneezed on have all been vended by now?

I do Hope. Those buns vend fast.

All righty then, I'm gonna high tail it over there and get me a cinnamon bun too. Bye.

Bye.
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*Ray means queued up, maybe.

The Arkdruid