Ray's Precipitation Update, Plus a Fly Guide

18.95" + 0.15" = 19.1". That brings us up to date for the annual nonce. Mercy! But you get what you can take, maybe.

As everyone knows, Sun Gods, after an extensive training period, eventually learn how to keep the rain from falling on them. So far, I have trained up sufficiently that a light drizzle may not afflict me. Actual rain though, still may get on me. But now I have learned about a secret location where some magical garments are kept, raincoats as it were, and I can use those until I advance to the rain deflection level that precedes full matriculation to Sun God.

But getting back to flies, Order Diptera, I am eagerly looking forward to the day when an interested party, such as myself, has access to "The Global Compendium of Flies, Order Diptera". This wonderful but slender tome shall have digital photographs of all the globe's flies, including each metamorphosis of each and every kind of fly, descriptions of the habitat of every, egg, maggot and adult, range maps, their nutrition requirements, an easy to use, meticulously illustrated dichotomous key and a checklist.

Come on scientists. Give the public what it wants so desperately, a fly guide.

Uh, oh. Why if it isn't my famous sister. Howdy do, Rayetta.

Hmmm. I see, Ray, that you are satirizing my butteflies again. So now is the perfect time to demonstrate the limitations of satire. Let's see, this nice demonstration should have witnesses. Oh my goodness. Look who has come to witness the limitations of satire, Ray. It is your twain girlfriends and part-time Sun God Trainee instructors, Ms. Hope Remains, Ace Reporter, and Ms. Olwen White Track, Moon Goddess. Why isn't it just too curious that the three of us ladies are now assembled with you in the laboratory. Isn't that interesting, Ray?

Yepper. Howdy do my beautiful twain girl friends.

Hello Ray. Hello Ray.

Now Ray, did you know that sometimes I have a yen to do this or that just because I can?

Er. That's not fair Rayetta. You shoudn't be going there. That's wicked.

Maybe it is Ray, but maybe not. Can't you think of a circumstance in which even your sister, provoked beyond sufferance, should do this or that just because she can?

Ray, catching the drift of the Lovely Druidess, panics.

Help, help, help me twain girlfriends. Ray begs.

But for answer, the twain girlfriends' eyes glitter like three fifties of naked celestial bodies that some call, stars.

Mercy! Mercy Rayetta! I was only kidding around. Help, help, help me Crumby, save me, come save me, my bosom companion. Ray hollers.

Crumby can not save you Ray. Crumby does not have the power to save you. Besides, Crumby, monitored by Lleu Llaw, is on his way to the Tabby Lab to pick up some Lepidoptera tomes. Crumby is such a good boy, lately. So you see Ray, this is just between you and me.

Red, Red, help me Red. Rayetta is tormenting me, needlessly. Help, help me. Ray hollers even louder than before. His plaintive cry, help, help me, echoes up and down the dusty hallways.

Red can not save you Ray. Red is gone to the Joke Factory to visit with Nancy. So you see, Ray, it's just us twain.

Then I shall use my newly awakened Sun God Trainee powers to fend you off, Rayetta. Stand back, or I shall surely cow you sister, with my radiance.

Ha! Your Sun God Trainee Powers can not save you Ray. Have you already forgotten what day it is? Ha! It is the Winter Solstice, when even the mighty, yet fickle, Ogma wanes ridiculously. No Sun God tricks can save you today, Ray.
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Then the Lovely Druidess Rayetta does some really humiliating stuff to her brother as payback for Ray's satire. But we can't specify what that humiliating stuff is, because all that really humiliating stuff touches upon our Secret Druidic Mysteries.

The Ark Druid