Ray's Second Thought, Er Afterthought, For the Day - Ray and Olwen 17

For a spell after the retinue departed and even as the swine cleaned up the mess the retinue had left, Uncle Samson and Aint Delilah and Ray and Tiny visited together. Tiny gave an accounting of all the pigs enumerated per parlor that day , but because Tiny had wolfed down way too many swine burgers for such a little dog, once the accounting was done for, she excused herself to take a nap. That left Uncle Samson and Aint Delilah and Ray. This is how the triplet of them were situated at the picnic table. There was Uncle Samson and Aint Delilah on one bench and Ray facing them on the other bench opposite. Ray had moved to the other bench to get some elbow room and because his aint and uncle were large and cumbersome to sit between.

Of a sudden Aint Delilah squeaks out “Yikes, baby Joe’s still in the laundry hamper and aint been fed!”. So Aint Delilah steamed off toward the back door to fetch Joe out and get him some supper too. Soon she was back, toting Joe, Joe all ensconced in a pillow case to conceal Joe from prying eyes, and everyone pitched in to find Joe some leftovers and Joe soon had a nice plate of leftovers. For sure, most all of Joe’s time in the laundry hamper was spent asleep or day-dreaming so for the most part he was happy and contented in the laundry hamper considering the alternative of being got by Upyeraholes. But even in the laundry hamper a little feller can work up an appetite..

“Aint Delilah, can ye get this piller case off me fer a spell so I can get at my leftovers please? “

“Course I can Sugar.” Aint Delilah took Joe out of the pillow case and after so extracting Joe moved over to Ray’s side of the picnic table to sit, but also to conceal Joe from prying eyes that might be espying from the house. And Joe, who was mitey hungry, tuckered in.

Then they all had some peace and quiet together and discoursed together on this and that and Aint Delilah told Ray all about his real momma and all the rest of their kinsfolk for generations back and how Ray was mostlikely the rightful King of the Cymry and maybe the rightful king of all old Alba, and if Ray wasn’t the rightful king maybe, Joe was. So Ray, hearing of how potentially important he might be, queried Aint Delilah somewhat on his, Ray’s potential importance. “Much I have wondered of late how come I have such a nice car and plentiful sack lunches and knives and combs that do tricks, yet others have nought of these apparently. Is this because I am potentially important, Aint Delilah?”

“Yepper Ray, honey, ye are potentially important and fer that reason those items have been miraculously bestowed, upon ye, maybe.”

“All righty then, maybe.” agreed Ray.

But then Uncle Samson allowed, “Lookee yonder, fer the moon rises upon the ecliptic plane” and a voice singing then wafted on to Ray’s ears that was unlike any other of his limited experience. For that particular voice was like unto the best canaries or wrens and had a quality that some of more experience than Ray would say was ethereal, yet closer and closer came the happy singing of that voice and the stygian darkness did ease off towards the east and the night grew brighter and the happy singing rang out in the night air . “Whose that singing off yonder?” Ray queried of the adults present, and Joe’s eyes got big as saucers much as did Ray’s eyes for Joe too heard of the happy singing.

“Oh my goodness gracious sakes alive, Ray honey, that’s Olwen White Track singing, daughter of Upyeraholes, Chief Justice, come fer a visit. Fer Olwen visits with us here often.”

Then Ray was dumbstruck and the happy singing approached closer and closer, anon, until the night was like unto the day except it was still dark and withall rang with the happy singing.