Dear Folk,
I have heard of being avid for clues but I want to report the
neferious goings on being perpetrated by a certain JugglerMouse. To
wit, on Monday Ash Raven and I gathered up a lovely and lively lady,
Pat M., who happens to be the mother of Ms. Mouse. We took her out
for a planting of Treebeard the Ent, the eleventh box in my Middle
Earth series.
That evening I had the misfortune to shatter a wisdom tooth. I have
not yet encoded the clues (in Futhark) for Treebeard yet. Can you
blame me? "Oh, the pain, the pain!" -- Dr. Smith in Lost in Space.
So we have a box planted on Monday and on Tuesday what does Ms.
Juggler-badgering-Mouse do? She calls her mother and says that Sir
Balthazar (she often calls me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl)
has forgotten the directions to the box and could her aged mother (I
swear she is such a beauty that you would poison your own parents
just to have her adopt you) tell Ms. Mouse where the box is so she
could relay that to Sir Balthazar? Right. Well, her mother is smart
enough to have survived raising such a child and of course refused to
tell her.
Can you fathom the depths of depravity that this serpent's tooth of a
child could reach? I mean, trying to trick her mother? What kind of
child is that? I, for one, would NEVER lie to my mom. I am sure none
of you out there would either.
Somehow still I love Ms JugglerMouse. I just have to be careful
around her: she juggles knives, too.
BTW, JugglerMouse carved the Treebeard stamp for me and it is her
best so far.
Your Googled Chronicler,
Sir Balthazar
P18 F59 X20 HH4 E1 JM(only one and that is enough)
Badgering a Poor Mother
3 messages in this thread |
Started on 2003-06-25
Badgering a Poor Mother
From: Sir Balthazar (neovolatile@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2003-06-25 16:37:39 UTC
Re: Badgering a Poor Mother
From: jugglermouse (jugglermouse@yahoo.com) |
Date: 2003-06-25 17:32:48 UTC
O.k., I need to speak in my own defense.
I was WITH Sir Balthazar the Badger on Monday after he discovered his
tooth issue. He was writhing in pain, and there was every reason for
me to believe at that time that he might not survive long enough to
place the clues to the box that he had planted earlier.
In a worst-case-scenario, I reasoned that it would not be socially
appropriate for me to contact Ash Raven, the grieving daughter, to
ask her for clues to the box so that I could post them for the rest
of the community. My Aged Mother's memory may be starting to go- so
I figured I had better strike while the iron was hot and ask her
right away for her help locating the box while it was fresh in her
mind. The small deception on my part was only because I did not want
to worry her prematurely about Balthazar's grave condition.
Did I do so wrong? I wanted only to be sure that this new box wasn't
lost to the ages, and could stand as a tribute to Balthazar that we
could all enjoy. And yet, it seems, that everyone always thinks the
worst of a mouse's motives.
It's all right, don't bother apologizing. I am used to it.
Jugglermouse
F65 P20 X20 E1 B1
> So we have a box planted on Monday and on Tuesday what does Ms.
> Juggler-badgering-Mouse do? She calls her mother and says that Sir
> Balthazar (she often calls me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl)
> has forgotten the directions to the box and could her aged mother
(I
> swear she is such a beauty that you would poison your own parents
> just to have her adopt you) tell Ms. Mouse where the box is so she
> could relay that to Sir Balthazar? Right. Well, her mother is smart
> enough to have survived raising such a child and of course refused
to
> tell her.
>
>
I was WITH Sir Balthazar the Badger on Monday after he discovered his
tooth issue. He was writhing in pain, and there was every reason for
me to believe at that time that he might not survive long enough to
place the clues to the box that he had planted earlier.
In a worst-case-scenario, I reasoned that it would not be socially
appropriate for me to contact Ash Raven, the grieving daughter, to
ask her for clues to the box so that I could post them for the rest
of the community. My Aged Mother's memory may be starting to go- so
I figured I had better strike while the iron was hot and ask her
right away for her help locating the box while it was fresh in her
mind. The small deception on my part was only because I did not want
to worry her prematurely about Balthazar's grave condition.
Did I do so wrong? I wanted only to be sure that this new box wasn't
lost to the ages, and could stand as a tribute to Balthazar that we
could all enjoy. And yet, it seems, that everyone always thinks the
worst of a mouse's motives.
It's all right, don't bother apologizing. I am used to it.
Jugglermouse
F65 P20 X20 E1 B1
> So we have a box planted on Monday and on Tuesday what does Ms.
> Juggler-badgering-Mouse do? She calls her mother and says that Sir
> Balthazar (she often calls me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl)
> has forgotten the directions to the box and could her aged mother
(I
> swear she is such a beauty that you would poison your own parents
> just to have her adopt you) tell Ms. Mouse where the box is so she
> could relay that to Sir Balthazar? Right. Well, her mother is smart
> enough to have survived raising such a child and of course refused
to
> tell her.
>
>
Re: Badgering a Poor Mother
From: pandora{HIB} (hispandora@phlsystems.com) |
Date: 2003-06-25 15:49:24 UTC-07:00
Okay well all I am going to say about this is that while sweet innocent and
dear little pandora has left the SLO area and migrated to Portland OR where
due to her still agitated broken ankle (received of course doing none other
than letterboxing) she still cannot begin to start racking up the numbers on
the numerous letterboxes hidden in the Portland area she sits shaking her
head thinking that upon her absences the members of Googled (which she is
forever a member of she hears -- I believe it was stated something along the
lines of "You can check out anytime you like but you can never leave" (A
very bad and cringing line from Hotel California) have now begun yet another
new and exciting letterboxing tradition..... soap operas. I will now
forever be referring to the SLO area of California as the "As the world
turns of the letterboxing world"
Hugs going out to the Googled members. I hope you survive that terrible
experience with the wisdom tooth Sir Balthazar and I hope you get over the
emotional dilemma of such accusations against your character dear Ms
Mouse... in the mean time I will be staying tune for the next episode.
Same bat time, same bat channel
pandora{HIB}
"pandy" of 100**100D
dear little pandora has left the SLO area and migrated to Portland OR where
due to her still agitated broken ankle (received of course doing none other
than letterboxing) she still cannot begin to start racking up the numbers on
the numerous letterboxes hidden in the Portland area she sits shaking her
head thinking that upon her absences the members of Googled (which she is
forever a member of she hears -- I believe it was stated something along the
lines of "You can check out anytime you like but you can never leave" (A
very bad and cringing line from Hotel California) have now begun yet another
new and exciting letterboxing tradition..... soap operas. I will now
forever be referring to the SLO area of California as the "As the world
turns of the letterboxing world"
Hugs going out to the Googled members. I hope you survive that terrible
experience with the wisdom tooth Sir Balthazar and I hope you get over the
emotional dilemma of such accusations against your character dear Ms
Mouse... in the mean time I will be staying tune for the next episode.
Same bat time, same bat channel
pandora{HIB}
"pandy" of 100**100D