Rayetta Hales Forth Crumby and Ray

Hmmm. How annoying is this? My brother’s long love affair with the Scarlet Fly has clearly addled his pate. Lomo, go get Crumby.

Crumby on Ample Bosoms.

I know that Lomo. Go wake him up and haul him in here. Make sure he has some clothes on.

Lomo go get Crumby?

Yes Lomo. Go get Crumby. Be careful. You may need to disarm him. Once he’s unarmed, wake him up and put some clothes on him. Then bring him to me. Do you understand all that?

Lomo go get Crumby!

Soon Crumby finds himself awoken, disarmed, even his wand out of reach, and dragged along the dusty hallways of the CB to the office of the Lovely Druidess.

Dang it Rayetta. It aint close to 8 AM sharp at this nonce. Unhand me Lomo. Dang it!

Crumby you have been haled forth precipitously for a purpose.

Well I suspect that’s so Rayetta, dang it, but, er, er, er, er, mercy.

Lomo, you may depart, so that Crumby shall not be distracted.

Lomo go now?

Yes Lomo, you may go now. Shut the door behind you.

Lomo go now and shut door!

Hmmm. Crumby do you know anything about Dipterans?

If it flies, it dies.

That’s so, sooner or later. But could you identify a fly to species from a photograph?

Unlikely that, Rayetta. I would need any fly I identified to species, appropriately deactivated, and even then I probably couldn’t do that fly to species unless I devoted the rest of this mortal iteration to that solitary task, identifying that one fly to species.

Look at these pictures, Crumby. Ray claims he has discovered a new species of fly and these are pictures of it, the pig-nosed white-faced fly. Of course, my numbskull brother, also spells it the white-faced pig-nosed fly.

Er, that’s an interesting fly, Rayetta.

Yepper, maybe it is Crumby. But is there any chance, however remote, that Ray has discovered a new species of fly?

Er. This is a large fly with a white face and maybe a pig nose, Rayetta, so probably it may be generally known to science already.

That’s what I thought. So Ray is lying.

Er. Maybe. But what Ray is more likely doing is a crude attempt at satire. After all, you took our Dolmens away from us with never a by yer leave, Rayetta.

That’s what I thought. Hmmm. All righty then. Crumby, take that pail of stale Dolmen and brown sugar out to the east pasture. Take a paint brush with you and paint the mixture onto any logs you see lying about that are on the ecotone between the pecan orchard and the east pasture including the beaver log. Do you understand all that Crumby?

All righty then.

Bye Crumby. Send Lomo in as you depart. Don’t forget your pail.

All righty then.

Crumby fetches his pail forth from the office of the Lovely Druidess. Lomo is awaiting without, guarding the door.

Rayetta wants you inside, Lomo. She’s fixing to turn you into a gopher.

But the proto human, Lomo, has heard this joke many times, and only grunts at the departing Ovate. As Crumby foretold, however, Lomo is, fixing to get turned into a gopher.

There you are Lomo. Hmmm. Lomo, go get Ray.

Lomo, go get Ray?

Yes Lomo, go get Ray. Moreover, Lomo, you are at liberty to overpower him if necessary. In fact, give him a good Indian burn as you drag him along the dusty hallways. Do you understand all that?

Lomo go get Ray!!!!