Author Topic: Newbrassky (Read 1824825 times)

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2520 on:** May 11, 2005, 09:04:33 PM »

"Trinity, you have to start using the doorknob. No, we aren't having bacon for dinner. Maybe we'll have some Mark Twain steaks and potatoes."

With a small sigh, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother moves around him to prop up the door.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the doc is still clucking over Scattered Thumbs. Clucking, not peeping.

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2521 on:** May 11, 2005, 09:08:38 PM »

Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on May 11, 2005, 09:37:33 AM

Author's note: Here's a pic I took of our chicks, I took last night. There're about 2 weeks old. 25 of them. No, Trinity, ya can't eat 'em yet!

(Belated author's note:
They're so CUTE!!!

Touch those chicks and lose a hand, Trinity!

AnnieLee)

Trinity · « **Reply #2522 on:** May 11, 2005, 09:23:25 PM »

Quote from: AnnieLee on May 11, 2005, 09:08:38 PM

Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on May 11, 2005, 09:37:33 AM
Author's note: Here's a pic I took of our chicks, I took last night. There're about 2 weeks old. 25 of them. No, Trinity, ya can't eat 'em yet!

(Belated author's note:
They're so CUTE!!!

Touch those chicks and lose a hand, Trinity!

AnnieLee)

Trinity thinks to himself: MMMMMMMM, Tasty!!!!!! Trinity says: "Why, of kaws not ma'am! For whatever reason besides petting the sweet little critters from heaven would I touch them??"

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Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2523 on:** May 11, 2005, 09:40:01 PM »

Since Trinity didn't say that was an author's note, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother hears him.

"Why on earth would you want to pet a steak?"

(Author's note: < Gives him the hairy eyeball, but nods> )

Trinity · « **Reply #2524 on:** May 11, 2005, 10:46:07 PM »

<<SIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!>>

Trinity don't have to say "Author's note" when he's thankin' to himse'f, so miss Annie cain't have hert him! Hmmph!

Kaws don' mean bovine critters. Of Kaws means "of course"

Delmonico · « **Reply #2525 on:** May 11, 2005, 11:24:22 PM »

Delmonico has a nice late supper in the dining car: a wilted lettuce salad, ox-tail soup, broiled green sea turtle steaks, deviled eggs, parsnip fritters, steamed cally-flower, and a piece of lemon custard pie. The coffee tonight is a fine Cuban just like the seegar.

The train pulls into Dunning to take on coal and water and to be greased. Delmonico checks and the new kid from the other thread has taken care of the garbage.

Delmonico pays a fella to take a message to the ranch and reboards the train.

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2526 on:** May 11, 2005, 11:31:46 PM »

( AnnieLee knows Trinity, so she'd give him the hairy eyeball no matter what he was thinking when it came to the chicks!)

"Well, we were talking about steaks and potatoes and all of a sudden you started talking about petting them. I know what of kaws means, have you been using leaded solder again?"

Delmonico · « **Reply #2527 on:** May 11, 2005, 11:52:37 PM »

Passing through Litchfield, Delmonico knows there is only one Hazard in his way before he stops at Ravenna for the night.

And a little bit later they pass through Hazard Newbrassky safely and in a bit will stop in Ravenna where Delmonico will spend the night.

Tomorrow the train will pass through Cariro, but for some reason their ain't no pyr-a-mids.

Stoney Pete · « **Reply #2528 on:** May 12, 2005, 05:45:18 AM »

Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on May 11, 2005, 01:28:56 PM

Author's note: I think we the pigs to market at least a 100 pages ago but I may be mistaken.
"We might have ta do that one of these days. Wonder if the Stoney fellar knows how to butcher hawgs?"

"Why yes. My mom's kin had a dairy farm in VT. I've been privy to dressing out a pig. I got a proper knife in my kit. I'm new here so's I don't know where or if there be pigs here. Point me in the right dirrection and put me to work."

Scattered Thumbs · « **Reply #2529 on:** May 12, 2005, 05:58:53 AM »

Scattered Thumbs woke up feeling hungry, and puzzled. Where was he? Slowly, things came to mind. He remembered everything, even being a leech, and also feeling like a 6 year old. Somehow that experience made him feel better. He remembered the faces surrounding him, and their actions. They’re good folk. He thought to himself. No way I’m going to hunt them down, couldn’t do it now, anyway. In fact I don’t feel like hunting down anybody. Maybe I need a new line of work. He went downstairs looking for the kitchen. Hoping some one would feed him.

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2530 on:** May 12, 2005, 06:13:01 AM »

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother stands in the kitchen, dressed in her flannel kimono robe. Her hair hangs loosely down her back as she hums to herself, stirring milk into her coffee.

Hearing a sound she turns to see Scattered Thumbs. Her eyes flash with surprise, "Oh!" and she hurridly reaches back in a vain attempt to put up her hair.

"Um, good morning, how are you?"

Scattered Thumbs · « **Reply #2531 on:** May 12, 2005, 08:55:26 AM »

I'm fine thanks. But mighty hungry. Is there anything to eat?

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2532 on:** May 12, 2005, 09:17:50 AM »

"Aye, we've got eggs, ham, sausage, and biscuits, but right now we're out of bacon. What would you like?" She reaches over and gets out the skillet, placing it on the fire. She doesn't turn her back on the man.

Scattered Thumbs · « **Reply #2533 on:** May 12, 2005, 10:20:13 AM »

Hmm! if possible I'd like eggs, ham, sausage and biscuits, in no particular order.

Too bad about the bacon

And if there's any coffee left...

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2534 on:** May 12, 2005, 10:34:32 AM »

"Yep, there's coffee." She pours him a mug, setting it on the counter before him. "This will take a few minutes, you can have it in here, or if you'd rather, the porch is nice this time of day."

Scattered Thumbs · « **Reply #2535 on:** May 12, 2005, 10:43:45 AM »

The porch sounds good to me.

Scattered Thumbs · « **Reply #2536 on:** May 12, 2005, 11:01:15 AM »

Scattered Thumbs steps out to the porch, a coffee mug in his left hand.
Then he sees Silver Creeck Slim, a pail of milk in each hand, coming from the barn.
Scattered Thumbs grins, and then says. Howdy!

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #2537 on:** May 12, 2005, 11:03:56 AM »

Quote from: stoneypete on May 12, 2005, 05:45:18 AM

Quote from: Silver Creek Slim on May 11, 2005, 01:28:56 PM
Author's note: I think we the pigs to market at least a 100 pages ago but I may be mistaken.
"We might have ta do that one of these days. Wonder if the Stoney fellar knows how to butcher hawgs?"
"Why yes. My mom's kin had a dairy farm in VT. I've been privy to dressing out a pig. I got a proper knife in my kit. I'm new here so's I don't know where or if there be pigs here. Point me in the right dirrection and put me to work."

"We don't have any right now, but if ya want ya can go round some up fer us."

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #2538 on:** May 12, 2005, 11:08:28 AM »

As Daisy and Duke follow the man out on the porch, she concentrates on breakfast. Slim should be down soon, unless he was with that Stoney Pete fellow, or milking cows. Who knew where Delmonico had gone off to. As she cooks, a rider comes up and hands Delmonico's message to the man on the porch.

Scattered Thumbs · « **Reply #2539 on:** May 12, 2005, 11:19:59 AM »

Scattered Thumbs speaks to the FFG inside the kitchen. There's a letter for you!

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