The Triumphant Return of the Crumby Ovate

Well Red, here we are triumphantly returned to the good old CB, and not a soul about to greet us.

Dern where do ye reckon everyone be? Oh, now I espy some welcomers a comin’ this a away lickety split. Why if it aint my little darlin’s, both Sugarplum and Sweetiepie.

Oh my goodness Red! Both Sugarplum and me Sweetiepie is right happy to see ye. Fer Ray has taken real sick and been felled into coma. That’s right Sweetiepie, and Aint Hope and Aint Rayetta and all the rest of the denizens er in with Ray tryin’ to rouse em. That’s right Sugarplum, and both Aint Hope and Aint Rayetta told the two of us, that is Sweetiepie and me, Sugarplum, that we was to stay out a the sickroom and be on the looksee fer ye two, that is ye Red and Crumby, and that as soon as ye, Red arrived, ye was to fix a nice breakfast, fer us, that is Sweetiepie and me Sugarplum, and then go see Ray, and that Crumby was to go in their straight away as soon as he reappeared on the premises of the CB. Aint that right Sweetiepie............

All righty then. That’s sound advice from the ladies as usual, and I Red, require some sustenance havin’ endured a long taxi ride back from the Tabby Lab with nothin’ much to keep me goin’ on that long ride. So in we all go to the kitchen fer some blueberry pancakes, except fer Crumby, who must hasten along to Ray’s side.

Dern! All righty then. I Crumby am makin’ good progress towards my bosom companion’s side.
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Jeez Louise! Ray looks sincerely dead.

He aint dead Crumby, but he’s seriously conked out.

Whut conked em out this time Hope?

Oh my goodness Crumby. Ray was too flat chested to go to the market yesterday to get his cinnamon bun so I, Hope assayed that task for kindness sake and sallied forth on Ray’s errands to acquire both a cinnamon bun and some Kawawa beans which Ray also requested. But.......

All righty then I get the picture. There warnt no cinnamon buns er Kawawa beans, whatever those might be, at the market, so Ray didn’t get any of those items and he conked out from the unendurable stress of not gettin’ those items that he greatly anticipated. Is that about the sad spell?

Yeppers.

But Crumby, we have all noticed lately, more and more, that my poor brother Ray, as yer bosom companion, has been takin’ a great many of the nervous hits that ye would normally absorb, including that awful panic attack, not to mention yer quarrel over Ray’s mail, and the onerous tasks you set Ray to do, and the sudden arrival of Sugarplum and Sweetiepie who can, the twain of them, be a bit overwhelming.

That’s right Rayetta. Lay it all off on me. Blame the Crumby Ovate cause that’s easy due to my checkered past.

Nonsense Crumby. You have been slackin’ off and you know it and Ray has been takin’ too many hits, fer ye.

But he’s my bosom companion!. Snuffle. He’s sposed to take hits, fer me, snuffle.

Not this many Crumby. Ye have somehow spelled too many of the nervous hits Ray’s way and left him in this sad state, conked out. How does that make ye feel?

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m so sorry , snuffle, snuffle. I won’t be mean to Ray no more. Snuffle. Please, please give me another chance. Snuffle.
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Why hello ever’one. I Ray have certainly had me a nice rest and many a pleasant dream reclinin’ here on the Bosom of the Goddess. And all of ye were in my dream. Ye were there Rayetta, and ye Hope and Crumby was there too, but Crumby was up to no good. Aint it time fer some oatmeal?
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Druids like balance. And if things get out of whack, we like to restore the balance.

The Arkdruid