Just How Much Wile Does Sun God Training, Confer on a Typical Trainee?

Ray and Crumby, are ensconced upon their respective favorite recliners, digesting their cinnamon buns.

How was your cinnamon bun, Crumby?

Like you say, Ray, delicious, almost as delicious as those apricot fried pies you got fer me to counter balance my delirium.

What the heck are you up to with my sister, Crumby?

Er. I am collaborating with the Lovely Druidess on an area specific butterfly tome, largely against my will. That spelled, the Lovely Druidess is making my efforts, worthwhile.

Really! And what, might I ask are you getting out of your, efforts, Crumby?

I got a treat.

What kind of a dang treat?

Er. Just a treat, maybe. Er. Lookee here, it’s our dextrous, semi-arboreal pal, Lomo, arrived in the nick of time. How are you hanging, Lomo? Isn’t the proto human mating season coming up, anon? Do you think you’ll attract a mate this season with those wonderful acrobatic displays, punctuated by those great ape vocalizations. Those rituals sure spice up interest levels in the pecan orchard. Lomo, I surmise your brow ridge may be thickening a tad. Er. Yepper.

Lovely Druidess Rayetta say you come along now, Crumby!

All righty then. Where to?

You come now!

All righty then, Lomo, you don’t have to always drag me along. Dang it! Unhand me, dang it! Bye Ray. Thanks for the cinnamon bun.

Adios muchacho. Hmmm.