Ray's Thought for the Day - Ray and Olwen 18

It got fairly light around the picnic table area in Uncle Samson’s and Aint Delilah’s back yard for night time, but of a sudden the beautiful happy singing stopped and Ray rubber necked this way and that way to espy the source of the beautiful happy singing that had stopped. But Ray could espy no where for sure the source of the singing that had stopped amid the shadows and moon glows. So then Ray grew aggravated from anticipation and Ray arose up from his seat on the picnic table bench and hollered out in his best foretelling voice, “Come out where I can see ye, for I have come many a mile seekin’ ye so that the twain of us, ye Olwen and me, Ray, may have sexual intercourse together. Whoa!”

Suddenly and without any warning whatsoever Ray felt a finger goose him in the side he was rubber necked opposite and a clear voice sang out “Move over Ray Pistrum, move over Ray Pistrum, move over Ray Pistrum, yer in my way.” Ray hopped over a mite, his momentum ultimately arrested by Aint Delilah’s inertia.

“Hello everyone. It is I, Olwen White Track, come for a nice visit, but especially I have come to espy upon Ray, the latest spark of the kindling.”

“Would ye like some leftovers Olwen? We have some swine burgers left over and some appetizers and what nots.” inquired Aint Delilah.

“Why yes I could stand a bite or two. I am somewhat hungry from traipsing hither and yon, all righty then. Half a swine burger please, with extra sauce and an assortment of whatever root condiments are in season would do me nicely, thank ye Aint Delilah. Oh, and a pitcher of Dolmen Stout as well, for Uncle Samson’s Dolmens do much inspire my happy singing.”

Then Aint Delilah fetched a plate for Olwen with all those items put on the plate as Olwen required and Uncle Samson pulled an ice cold pitcher of Dolmen also. And with Olwen well provided for and properly bibbed and tuckered they made small talk for a spell. But anon Aint Delilah made to gape and stretch and yawn and to wink at Uncle Samson. So then the twain of them, that is Uncle Samson and Aint Delilah, averred that it was late and they had lots to do tomorrow, so they were headed in to accomplish their ablutions and get ready for bed. Joe though, wanted to stay and visit some more and put up a squawk to get to stay up awhile longer, but Uncle Samson scooped Joe up anyway, for it is the fate of three year olds to be scooped up and toted about because they are generally little and can’t protect themselves.

So Aint Delilah and Uncle Samson and Joe the Scooped Up departed for the nonce and that left Olwen White Track and Ray all alone at the picnic table in the back yard in the moonlight.

“Ha!” thought Ray, “this is gonna be way easier than I surmised, ever.” Then Ray began to discourse a-loud, thusly. “So, Olwen White Track, as soon as ye finish yer supper, I reckon we, that is ye and me, shall enjoy sexual intercourse on this here picnic table. Although, I must admit that I be about the same age as Joe, and as a consequence may need a pointer er two on how exactly to proceed, from ye, all righty then?”

“Hmmmm. Ray, methinks ye should have a Dolmen er two and sit quietly fer a spell and keep yer hands to yerself, while I, Olwen White Track, explain some things, first.”

“Er, all righty then, but I am anticipating some difficulties following those particular directions fer I am much enamored of ye and much enchanted by yer happy singing and overall saturated by yer beauteous visage and all.”

“Hmmmm. Be that as it may, ye need to listen up carefully fer yer very life and our future happiness together depends now upon yer ability to pay attention and keep yer hands to yerself fer the nonce.”

“Dang! All righty then. Hold forth, Olwen, if ye must.”

“All righty then. That’s better. Now Ray, ye have to understand that my daddy, Upyeraholes, Chief Justice, made me promise to forego sexual intercourse with any boys who came calling, ever, that is, until one of those boys presented daddy with a major assortment of very valuable and very hard to find artifacts and even body parts that be precious to their owners. All the boys who came calling, tried and tried to acquire the very first item my daddy wanted, but each and every one of those poor boys, snuffle, failed miserably and wound up in Uncle Samson’s swine chow. Fer any boys that flunk the requirement of a requested item, wind up fed to the swine, snuffle, snuffle, waaaaaah.”

Ray was then much afflicted by Olwen’s tears that feel upon her cheeks like rain and by her sobbing and caterwauling and Ray much wanted to comfort Olwen then as best he knew how with the seeming unfair condition of keeping his hands to himself heaved in to the emotional mix. So Ray said, “There, there Olwen. Do not despair er carry on er cry so, fer I, Ray am potentially important, maybe, and I shall succeed on findin’ yer daddy’s stuff. Fer there’s no way, I be gonna wind up in the swine chow. Plus, I have a really cool car and this here comb. Lookee here at this comb.”

So then the twain of them, that is Ray and Olwen White Track, played with the comb awhile and one thing led to another and Olwen let Ray make out with her some and Olwen told Ray a thing or two about such and such. But of a sudden, Olwen remembered her promise to her daddy, Upyeraholes, and then Olwen foretold, “I shall depart from ye anon, Ray, for I must go home now. But come callin’ tomorrow and see what daddy wants, fer me. Then if ye can acquire whut he demands of ye, we, that is the twain of us, shall then accomplish some such of whut I just told ye about. Bye.”

“Bye” agreed Ray disconsolately, but Ray walked for a spell along in the direction Olwen had taken homeward and he chanced to look down now and again along Olwen’s path that she had taken and there everywhere were little white flowers springing up on that path and these little flowers were of two kinds, both Bouchetia erecta and Evolvulus sericeus.