Hope for Ray
See Ray. That was fun, going to the market. Are you enjoying your delicious cinnamon bun?
Mmmm, smack, smack.
Goodness gracious sakes, Ray. Don't chew with you mouth open. Watch me. Chew, chew, chew, gulp. See. That's how one chews properly, with one's mouth closed. Anyway, some are concerned that you are spending too much time with Olwen White Track and giant Upyeraholes thus neglecting your many other responsibilites. Crumby, in particular, is exasperated with you for not helping out with Sedge Buster.
Gulp, smack. Ye know Hope. I been thinkin'. Perhaps, we could get Red to invite Upyeraholes to come live here at the CB. Then when it gets droughty, Upyeraholes could slobber out in the east pasture and save the grass. Er, perhaps we could hook him up to a irrigation system and water the whole place.
Oh my! Goodness gracious sakes alive! Ray! Do you believe that giant Upyeraholes is a real person?
Yepper. He's just as real as you Hope, or me, or Crumby or the GRC or the LDR or Lomo or even Red.
And Olwen White Track, I suppose she's real too.
Yepper.
And you intend having sexual intercourse with Olwen.
Yepper.
Excuse me Ray. Bye.
Bye.
____
Sob. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. I must find someone to reveal this revelation there to. Rayetta, Crumby we should parley, for Ray has so immersed himself in his Goddess' tale that he now believes the tale and the characters in the tale, are real. And, he thinks, moreover, that he's going to get to have sexual intercourse with that Olwen person, really, sob.
See Rayetta. I told ye Ray's been slackin' off. Plus, he's still gettin' all the attention. It aint fair.
Hmmm. Well, we all agreed that it was Ray's turn at a Goddess' tale and that we would leave him alone and let him do his very own Goddess' tale. So now we are stuck with our foretelling. But if he doesn't finish it up anon, or if corporeal manifestations of moon Goddesses or giants suddenly appear at the CB, I am going to have to tell on Ray.
Goodness Rayetta. Who are you going to tell?
Who is Ray really scared of?
Easy that, Rayetta. Ray's my bosom companion so he's scared of nothin' and nobody.
You are forgetting one other Crumby.
Oooh, oooh. I know Rayetta. My goodness gracious. You are going to tell on Ray to Nancy the Goddess of Practical Jokes.
Yepper. If Ray does not snap back into this sphere, anon, I, his only sister maybe, the LDR, shall inform on him, to Nancy.
Mmmm, smack, smack.
Goodness gracious sakes, Ray. Don't chew with you mouth open. Watch me. Chew, chew, chew, gulp. See. That's how one chews properly, with one's mouth closed. Anyway, some are concerned that you are spending too much time with Olwen White Track and giant Upyeraholes thus neglecting your many other responsibilites. Crumby, in particular, is exasperated with you for not helping out with Sedge Buster.
Gulp, smack. Ye know Hope. I been thinkin'. Perhaps, we could get Red to invite Upyeraholes to come live here at the CB. Then when it gets droughty, Upyeraholes could slobber out in the east pasture and save the grass. Er, perhaps we could hook him up to a irrigation system and water the whole place.
Oh my! Goodness gracious sakes alive! Ray! Do you believe that giant Upyeraholes is a real person?
Yepper. He's just as real as you Hope, or me, or Crumby or the GRC or the LDR or Lomo or even Red.
And Olwen White Track, I suppose she's real too.
Yepper.
And you intend having sexual intercourse with Olwen.
Yepper.
Excuse me Ray. Bye.
Bye.
____
Sob. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. I must find someone to reveal this revelation there to. Rayetta, Crumby we should parley, for Ray has so immersed himself in his Goddess' tale that he now believes the tale and the characters in the tale, are real. And, he thinks, moreover, that he's going to get to have sexual intercourse with that Olwen person, really, sob.
See Rayetta. I told ye Ray's been slackin' off. Plus, he's still gettin' all the attention. It aint fair.
Hmmm. Well, we all agreed that it was Ray's turn at a Goddess' tale and that we would leave him alone and let him do his very own Goddess' tale. So now we are stuck with our foretelling. But if he doesn't finish it up anon, or if corporeal manifestations of moon Goddesses or giants suddenly appear at the CB, I am going to have to tell on Ray.
Goodness Rayetta. Who are you going to tell?
Who is Ray really scared of?
Easy that, Rayetta. Ray's my bosom companion so he's scared of nothin' and nobody.
You are forgetting one other Crumby.
Oooh, oooh. I know Rayetta. My goodness gracious. You are going to tell on Ray to Nancy the Goddess of Practical Jokes.
Yepper. If Ray does not snap back into this sphere, anon, I, his only sister maybe, the LDR, shall inform on him, to Nancy.
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, April 08, 2006
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