An Important Announcement!

       

   

             Hello! This is Suzy Q. Toots and Sammie, and I have an announcement to make! (general applause!)

            It has come to our attention that some improvements have been made to some of the names of the days of the week, denoting their primary importance, which is their reflection of “Catness.”

            Mrrrt!, and Beroww!, by the way! Nice to see you all here! Does everyone have a saucer of cream? If not, call the management!

            Now then.

            To get down to business. Would Willie please sit quietly and stop annoying Sammie? Thank you. Mr. Baby Sir, I’m keeping an eye on you too!

            To wit: Sunday has become Suzday. Thank you! Monday has been improved to Mew-on-day! Delightful, Sir! You know who you are! Tootsday was obvious. We honor our sagacious Toots thereby. So much better than plain old Tuesday! Wednesday, while still going by its old name has gone on record as Butter Your Cat Day. It only makes sense! Thank you! Thank you! (general applause!)

            We are happy to announce a new day name improvement! I know you’re as excited as I am! It is in place of boring old Thursday, who cares about Thor anyhow I say! From now on the fifth day of the week shall be called Purrsday, in honor of all cats everywhere. What could be better? What could be more appropriate? For to purr is sublime. To purr is to enter the realms of grace! Even the humans who serve us can approximate purring if they settle down and try it.

            All the others voted for this, even the guys. Buddy thought it was a great idea. Mr. Baby Sir made up jokes, but voted correctly in the end. Charley said it was about time!

            Serena hasn’t gotten back to us yet, but I bet she will!

            Now, we have an open question. I leave it to all you fertile minded, imaginative cats and humans. What shall we do about Friday and Saturday to give them a better shine and deeper meaning? I think we can leave "Caturday" out of this. Surely something better will come along.

            Please give it some serious thought and see what you can come up with!

           That’s it, ladies and gents! I give you Purrsday!

           Thank you! (general applause!) Thank you!

            Goodnight everyone!

            Meow! Mrrrrt! Brrrt! 

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Ralph vs The Open Road, Part 2

       

    

            “Boss,” said Maeve. “You know you can depend on me, right?”
            “I know, Birdy. I count on you,” said Ralph. “You always tell me the truth.”
            “Can we talk at your log? I need to have your ear for a minute,” said Maeve.
            “Yup. Let’s go!”
            So, instead of going down toward the Home Clearing, they veered off to Ralph’s special retreat where he did his heavy thinking, and napping, during the daytime hours.
            “Ralph, what’s this about anyhow?” was Maeve’s opening line.
            “I want to go outside for a little while. Just to take a look around. I don’t want to have anyone notice me, you know? I want to look like one of them, so they won’t pay any attention to me,” said Ralph.
            “Have you thought this through?” Maeve asked.
            “What is there to think about?” said he.
            “Oh, just about everything,” said she. “Starting with that outfit you borrowed from Rick. Didn’t you think about humans wearing clothing? They always do in public for sure,” said Maeve.
            “Well, I knew they did, of course, Birdy,” admitted Ralph.
            “What happens when you get hungry? Forest Keepers don’t have money,” said Maeve. “People buy food, unless they are farmers or something, or fishermen, or hunters with guns. Most of them work hard for that money.”
            “I thought I would just catch something,” said Ralph.
            “Hm,” said Maeve. “Maybe we should go talk to Ramona?”
            “Ramona always has good ideas. Sure. Let’s see what she thinks when she sees I borrowed some clothes from Rick. He’s back there scratching his chin right now, Birdy,” he said, giggling.
            Maeve took the short flight up to his shoulder and he tucked the borrowed outfit under his left arm, and they left for the Home Clearing and everyone waiting there. It looked like a normal everyday scene as they walked down the path.
            Bob and Berry were the first to see them arrive.
            “Something smells bad,” said Berry. “I smell man and soap and sweat.”
            “And something else,” said Bob.
            Next was Blue, the white wolf pup. She ran to Ralph and then circled around him and sat behind him looking confused.
            Ramona and Cherry were practicing old time Firekeeper songs. Ramona was making sure that Cherry never forgot them, by singing with her every day. They were seated by the fire, naturally.
            “Hey, Mona,” said Ralph, “Look! I borrowed some of Rick’s clothes for my walk outside!”
            Ramona looked up. A strange expression passed over her face. She almost seemed puzzled.
            “Ralph?” she said.
            “I’m just about ready to go outside looking like a human man!” he said.
            “I’m worried, Ramona,” said Maeve, as she settled herself down by Ramona’s side.
            Ramona looked at Ralph for a long few moments.
            “I know it’s you, but you’re not the same,” she said slowly.
            He stopped and looked at her seriously. “How am I not the same, Mona?”
            She cocked her head to the side and looked at him seriously. “You sound funny.”
            The wind blew through the conversation; the sky darkened a little as a little spit of a rainstorm flew by. Maeve looked all around nervously. She grumbled deep in her throat.
            Thunder pealed in the distance. Twice and then three times.
            “What’s going on here, Mona? Don’t you want me to go?” said Ralph. As he spoke a light rain sprinkled his face.
            “I don’t want you to change,” she said.
            “I don’t want to change either,” said Ralph.
            “Baby, human people have suffered and worked and died to try to get what you have here. Don’t even play that game for a moment. Why leave all the joy of your life to enter the kingdom of the strivers, even just for a little while?
           “Please. It might change you forever,” she said, and the drops on her face weren’t rain.
            “Evermore. Evermore. Evermore,” whispered Maeve. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head was ducked, as she whispered.
            He sat then, beside Ramona, and Cherry came to him, and he held her. She buried her face in his chest, but didn't speak.
            “I won’t go, Mona. I’ll stay here in the Great Forest,” Ralph said. Then he smiled as he always had.
            “Rick said he didn’t care what I did with his old clothes. He doesn’t want them back. I guess I’ll go put them in the dumpster by the Ranger Station,” said Ralph. “I don’t want them either.”
            Twigg had come home, and was confused about what was happening in his family, but he got it pretty quickly. Some of the B’s had come with him. They just liked to be with him. So as the clouds drifted off to the west and the sun came back out, there were shining, buzzing B’s flying around almost as if in celebration.
            “Sit tight, Dad,” said Twigg. “I’ll take them to the dumpster. Stay with Mom.”
            “Thanks, Twigg,” said Ralph, as he handed over the bundle.
            So, Twigg and the B’s took Rick’s old clothes to the dumpster in the Ranger Station parking lot.
            “You sound better already,” said Ramona.
            “I’ll probably go for a ride with Milly once in while, but as myself,” said Ralph.
            “As yourself!” said Ramona, firmly.
            Even Maeve looked happy again. 

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Ralph vs The Open Road, Part 1

 

        One day that fall, Ralph got to thinking about all the roads that he and Millicent Price had traveled during all of their moving interviews. It wasn’t that he was discontented at home in the Great Forest among his loved ones. He was just very curious about everything out there.
            He was sitting with Ramoma the next morning as the sun came up by the fire circle. Such a beautiful morning that it made the heart ache for the sheer misty loveliness of it. Mist was drifting through the Home Clearing, and a diffident breeze was speaking to him.
            “The wind goes wherever it likes, and no one knows where that is,” he thought to himself.
            Then, “Mona, I’ve lived here in the Great Forest all of my life. It’s been perfect, and I know that. But the world is so big, and I have seen so little of it. I want to see more,” he said.
            “Well, I’m the same. I’ve never gone outside. I don’t really want to,” she said, taking a seat beside him where she could feel his solid warm substance. “Is there a way you could do that?”
            “I think there is. I’ve never done this before, because I had no need to,” said Ralph.
            “You would do that?” wondered Ramona.
“If I’m to go outside for a look around on street level without Milly, I will have to shift,” said Ralph.
            “Why don’t you try it now, when no one can see,” suggested Ramona. “I don’t think you can appear as a random Hairless person, you need a model. Who would be a good model?”
            “How about Ranger Rick, my most human friend?” mused Ralph.
            “Yes. That sounds good because you know him well,” said Ramona. “He’d be a good model for you.”
            So, Ralph smiled at Ramona and as he did, he took on the appearance of his friend Rick, whom he knew well.
            Ramona couldn’t help laughing, though it was a little scary to see Ralph looking like Rick.
            “You’re going to need to borrow some clothing from Rick, or Thaga or somebody, Ralph!” she giggled. “You can’t go exploring the world outside in your pink hairless skin like that!”
            “Oh! That’s right,” he said, shifting back to his native form. “Being Hairless must be a lot of fuss and bother! Imagine having to get dressed and put on shoes every morning. You’d be tired before you did anything else!”
            “I think they’re used to it pretty much. Ooog and Thaga and even Rick seem to get plenty done even with all that getting ready,” said Ramona.
            “It’s funny that the biggest problem I have going outside turns out to be clothing. I’m not sure how to get any. I might have to just show Rick and then borrow an outfit. I think he could handle it. Maybe. I hope so.”
            That decided, after breakfast, and playing with Cherry and Blue for a little bit, Ralph strolled on over to the Ranger Station. He found Rick indoors, fiddling around writing a report or something on his Lenovo.
            Ralph let himself in and took a seat facing Rick. Rick kept an oversized oak fat boy chair in front of his desk for Ralph or anyone else who appeared before him.
            “What’cha got, Ralph?” said Rick, still tapping away.
            “I got a wild and crazy idea, Rick. I’m not sure you can handle it, but you’re a pretty centered guy, so maybe?” said Ralph.
            Rick stopped typing and just looked at Ralph, waiting.
            “OK. It’s like this. I want to go take a look outside my domain here. Right? But I can’t do it looking normal. I have to look like one of you guys. I tried it with Mona this morning and it worked, but as I found out, I can’t just look like one of you guys with no clothes and go out to look around like that. So, I was wondering if I could borrow an outfit to wear, Rick,” said Ralph.
            “Ralph, old buddy, that’s the weirdest thing you ever said to me,” said Rick, with a wry nod.
            So, Ralph just smiled real big and did his thing. In a few seconds it was like Rick was looking at his identical twin, but a naked twin. His mouth dropped open, and he was rendered speechless.
            “See how it is, Rick?” said Ralph.
            “I guess I don’t need to really believe this, just kind of go with it, huh,” muttered Rick. “Yeah, sure, I have some stuff in the back. Come on, uh, Ralph,” he said.
            In Rick’s back room, hanging on some hooks were a pair of Levis, a  red and black checked flannel shirt and a worn denim jacket. Rick instructed Ralph about how to put this stuff on. He also had a pretty shot pair of high top Converse sneakers. Rick had to explain about those too. He didn’t have any spare socks handy, so Ralph had to go without those or underwear.
            “I dunno, Ralph. I just hope this doesn’t backfire somehow,” said Rick.
            “Thanks, Rick. I’ll bring them back when I’m done with them,” Ralph assured Rick.
            “Nah. Never mind. Keep them, burn them, put them on a bear, I don’t care. Just don’t get into trouble out there. I hope you don’t run into Sheila!” said Rick. That last idea kind of struck him as Ralph was going out of the office door and heading for the Home Clearing.
            What Ralph actually did was to vanish in amongst the trees and take off the borrowed outfit, resume his normal shape, bundle it all up and then stroll back home with the bundle under his arm. As he strolled along, Maeve caught up with him.
            “Boss, that was freaky. I don’t know what to say,” she said, talking anyhow.
            “Pretty neat trick, huh? I bet you thought I was Rick!” chortled Ralph.
            “Does Ramona know about this,” said Maeve, like the old bossy tail she was.
            “Yup, Birdy! Mona knows all!” said Ralph.
            “Evermore,” Maeve muttered underneath her breath.

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How Does That Work, Anyhow, Ralph?

 

A view of the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, from the top.

 

            The question Milly was working on was for herself mostly. No reader had asked her this one. It seemed like an extremely pertinent matter to her.
            So, she made the usual arrangements with Maeve and found herself driving out the old familiar highway 20 route heading for Ralph’s domain. It was an early Saturday morning. Milly relished these drives out into the forest lands. It was a whole different scene from life in and around Milltown. Quiet. It seemed so quiet, even from the inside of the big green Escalade. There was just the strip of pavement, in two lanes, and the endless evergreen trees. Overhead was a misty blue strip of morning sky. Once in a while a crow would watch her from the verge. They reminded her of Maeve, of course.
            Colin was still drinking coffee at home in his jammies, enjoying the Saturday. He liked to veg. a day once in a while.
            Milly pulled up to the usual wide spot on the verge of the highway and gave a small polite honk. Maeve appeared, flying low and banked right by Milly’s side window. She said something, and took off into the forest.
            Maybe five minutes later, Ralph appeared. They often did these interviews in the Escalade because Ralph really like to go for a ride.
            “Hey, Ralph. Where would you like to go today? Any ideas?” said Milly.
                “Just drive, Milly. It’s all good to me,” he said agreeably, settling into the passenger seat, doing that squinching in thing he does.
            “Let’s just follow 20 out to Anacortes. It’s an interesting drive and doesn’t take all day,” said Milly.
            “Sure. I’ve never been there. What’s the scene?” he asked.
            “Oh, it’s kind of Indian country, rural, surrounded by salt water,” said Milly. “There’s a little place outside of town that sells smoked fish out of a little concrete block building. Might make a nice lunch.”
            Ralph kind of made himself a little hard to see clearly, for Milly’s sake. He didn’t want to cause any kind of notice or excitement. They drove on in cheerful silence for a while just watching the world go by outside of the windows.
            Finally, Ralph said, “What’s on your mind, Milly?”
“I thought you might be able to help me with something that bothers me. It seems strange. I can’t make sense of it. It’s just me, nobody has written asking me about this.”
            “OK. I’ll do what I can,” said Ralph.
            “I’m confused, Ralph. Every person who meets one of you people in the woods, or wherever, tells a different story. Sometimes the Hairy Man is terrifying, even if he doesn’t do anything hostile. Sometimes he just acts curious. Then there is the matter of appearance. That’s part of it. Some people report something ugly, or scary looking. There are different eye colors. Head shapes. Some people see an animal. Some see a man, or woman, or child.
            “Are the differences actual physical differences, or are they inherent, something in the observer’s makeup that causes them to see what they do? The differences don’t seem reasonable,” she said.
            “Oh. Hm. Well, some of that must be just natural variation. Human people are that way too,” said Ralph.
            “Right,” said Millie.
            “But, like, using myself as an example. You see me as you see me because of who you are. You are open, and wise and kind. Your first impulse so long ago on Camano Island was not fear, but curiosity.
            “But, usually when I meet people snooping in the woods, researchers, their preconceived judgment causes them to see a fearful creature capable of tearing them apart. Now, of course, I could, but you and I know that I wouldn’t!” said Ralph. “Their trouble, which they wear like a coat, is that they “know” that they are in danger if they meet me.
            “My question is, why do they do it then? Why come searching for what you fear from the bottom of your soul. I don’t get that. Wouldn’t it be better if they stayed home, and maybe watched videos?” he laughed.
            “Ah, Ralph. Human beings are conflicted creatures. They truly do not know their own minds, at least most of them don’t.
            “I also think there is an element of bravado. But, from the beginning, the best monster to beat is an imaginary monster. It’s safer but still exciting. It blows their cool when they see you!” Then Milly laughed.
            “I wonder if it goes the other way too, Ralph! Do you people have conflicting expectations when suddenly meeting a human person?” said Millie, suddenly, as if it was a new thought just then.
            “It might depend on who told who what, and who had what experience with a human person, you know? It’s all so subjective! How do you like that? I learned what that meant from Thaga. It’s a good one.
            “But we do have a slight advantage. We can tell when you first decide to come out into the forest seeking a meeting, what your unconscious true motives are. It helps us stay out of the way, if we need to,” said Ralph
            “Oh, maybe we’ll never figure it out,” said Milly, “and maybe it doesn’t matter that much.”
            “Someday, Milly, all questions will be answered. Just not today,” agreed Ralph.
            By the time they got to the outskirts of Anacortes it was definitely lunch time. So Ralph waited in the car while Milly went into the smoked fish shop and got a few pounds of the sweet kind of smoked salmon.
            She drove on into town, giving Ralph the tour of the waterfront, and the long main street. She showed him the old parts of town, leftover from earlier days.
            She bought some bottled teas at the AMPM place.
            Milly wanted to get home before late, so they turned around and retraced their miles going east on 20 until they reached the parking spot where she always picked him up and let him off.
            “Ralph, give my love to Ramona and thank her for me, will you? Oh, yes, nearly forgot. Chocolate for the ones who stayed home!” said Milly. She was happy that she had remembered the treat for Twigg and Cherry, and Ramona.
            “I’ll do that, Milly. Say hi to Colin. Tell him I wouldn’t mind seeing him one of these days,” said Ralph.
            Milly winked and took off as Ralph faded into the forest, as he always did.

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A Bit Of The Rest Of The Story

 

Ground Zero

            Apparently Robert, the blond kid who took off up the river when he beheld Ralph eventually ran out of steam. At some point he was more tired than terrified. And since, the car he and Matt had parked by the Ranger Station was back the way he had fled from, he stopped, rested for five minutes, and decided that he better go on back.
            Robert and Matt encountered each other about a mile from the scene of the recent action. Neither one of them had anything to say. They just kept trudging down the riverbank, arriving at last to their camp area as was. It was a dismal sight. 6 Heineken cans lying around randomly, the butt of one expensive cigar lying where Matt had been sitting, the sodden coals of their camp fire, and their dampened packs and lightweight tents.
            Matt stuck the beer cans and the cigar butt in his pack. They took down the tents and walked as directly as possible to the old Civic parked outside Rick’s office door. They stuffed their stuff in the back of the car and Matt drove back out to the highway.
            “Matt?” said Robert from the passenger seat. He was kind of hunched over in the seat.
            “Yeah, what?” said Matt.
            “I don’t feel like that was real. You know? What really happened out there?” said Robert, hopefully.
            “Oh, well! Yes. That was real. You don’t get to decide if you like or don’t like real. Real just is. You met a mythic guy, who turned out to be a real guy, and we stole his stuff, etc.,” said Matt.
            That was the extent of the discussion. It didn’t take long to get back to town.

24 hours later….

 
            During the night, there had been a vigorous rainstorm. In the morning sunshine, everything was bright and fresh and still dripping rainwater off of every branch and twig and leaf. Birds were doing that thing like in the old Disney movies. These days, birds only behave like that in Ralph’s Great Forest.
            Ralph cracked his knuckles with delight. All the clouds from the previous day's events had left his mind. This drippy sunshiny day looked OK to him.
            It was time to gather firewood, so he and Twigg went off to gather deadfall. This gathering going on all of the time is part of the reason the Great Forest is so tidy and pleasant.
            Ramona made fish soup for the morning meal. Easy and quick. Ralph had gone out at first light and sweet talked a few of those gullible trout.
            Midday, there wasn’t much on the agenda, so he decided to go contemplate things for a while on the big cedar log. The thought of his purloined beer and cigars made him a little blue for a moment. But he trudge on up the path anyhow.
            Maeve was waiting for him there.
            “Somebody has been here during the night, Boss,” she remarked.
            “How do you know?” said he, looking all around.
            Of course, during the dark hours, Matt and Robert had sneaked back into the Great Forest and left two new six packs of Heineken and a box of much cheaper cigars tucked down into the hidey hole under the big log.
            There is a bit of a mystery here. Perhaps they blundered upon the log the first time. Was it allowed somehow? But, a person could say that it was just a random accident.
            But then to find the spot again? Maybe making restitution gave them a sort of pass. However, I'll bet they couldn’t find it again, just for no reason. In fact, they would probably find themselves all turned around and back at the parking lot. It  has happened before to other adventurers.
            “Well, Birdy,” said Ralph, “Not bad. Not bad at all!”

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Some Days Are Like That, Even For Ralph

 

            “Mona. Ramona. Firekeeper of excellence. I have supported you in all things. I went along with that big apron. I was alright with cooking experiments. But I gotta ask you, mysterious one, what is this?” said Ralph, rather wistfully.
            He was looking down into one of those wide shallow wooden bowls. In it lay many slices of roasted, garlicked up wild pig. Nestled around said pig was a lot of sinister looking limp shreds of some vegetal matter, full of mysterious bits of this and that.
            He poked at it, experimentally, with one long forefinger.
            “Thaga and I made that a while back, Ralph. It’s sauerkraut,” said Ramona.
            “It’s that old? Is it safe?” said Ralph, delaying actually tasting it. “That word scares me, Mona.”
            “It’s fermented, Baby. Of course it’s safe or I wouldn’t be feeding it to you! It’s a way of preserving cabbage, plus it’s like a pickle,” she said, calmly.
            “What’s fermenting?” said Ralph.
            “Um, Thaga said it’s like controlled rotting,” admitted Ramona.
            “Oh, goody,” said Ralph.
            “Come on, Baby! You’re the Amiable Monarch of Everything Around Here, and the bravest Hairy Man in the Great Forest! And your children, a wolf, and two big cats are watching you,” added Ramona.
            “Oh, fine. I wonder what Maeve would think of it?” muttered Ralph, taking a large tidy pinch of the stuff up in three fingers of his right hand and popping in his big reluctant mouth.
            The woods went silent. Ramona waited. Everyone wanted to see what Ralph thought of it.
            “Hey, hey, Mona! It doesn’t look very good, but it’s tasty! Sharp, hot, and spicy! Good stuff! Whose idea was this fermenting thing anyhow,” said Ralph, starting in on the sliced pork.
            “Well. What I heard, from both Thaga and Ooog is that fermenting is part of the history of human people forever. Some people even ferment fish. Um, that’s how you get beer and wine, some cheeses, even some sausages are a little fermented. You can see that those are all human things. I don’t plan on starting it here. It is just one old method of preserving food,” said Ramona.
            “Well, it’s good. I don’t know why I ever doubted you! Everything you do is great, Mona,” said Ralph.            
            Seeing that Ralph said it was OK, the kids and the animals all ate with their usual enthusiasm.
            Everything was going lovely. The fire was warm. The food was good. The company was excellent.
            Just as Ramona was gathering up the bowls, and everyone was full of dinner, Maeve came blasting down out of the tree tops.
            “Are you hungry, Maeve,” asked Ramona, hand on hip, eyebrows up, because she knew a bird with a message when she saw one.
            “I’m not  here for food, Ramona,” said the big black Raven. “I got some news for the Boss! He ain’t gonna like it either!” she said importantly.
            “He’s heading out to his log, Maeve. Right up the path,” said Ramona. “Easy to catch!”
            Maeve headed up the path, finding Ralph halfway there.
            “Boss! I was flying over a couple of minutes ago and I saw a pair of Hairless of the young male variety raiding your beer and cigar supply!”
            You remember that Ralph has a sheltered area under his famous cedar log for the beer that student brings him as payment for interviews, and his cigar stash, of course.
            Ralph found that this was true. His stash was gone. All of it. Two six packs of Heineken, which he had been saving, and a cigar box with a couple of Cubans left in it.
            Not only that, but the log area was wet, and had a suspiciously familiar smelling aroma.
            “Do you know where they went, Birdy?” said Ralph.
            “I do. They have a nice camp and a nice fire down by the river, on the bank there,” croaked Maeve, rather direly.
            Maeve assumed her usual perch on Ralph’s left shoulder, and they started out for the riverbank.
            And, just as she had said, there were two young fellows of the Hairless variety tending a nice little camp fire and drinking Heinekens and each smoking a cigar.
            Ralph walked slowly up on them, creating quite a bit of noise on the river pebbles. The guys looked up.
            One, a blond, about 17 years old, Robert, took off running upstream screaming something or other. Nobody could have understood the garbled shouting. He lost the cigar in the river.
            The other one, dark and thin, Matt, sat frozen with his mouth hanging open and the half cigar fallen to the pebbles he sat on.
            Ralph put out their campfire in the only way he could without a garden hose, and not resorting to river water. He gave their camping gear and backpacks a good sprinkling too. By then Maeve was giggling, though Matt later swore she was making a hideous gargling noise.
            While the fire spot hissed and steamed malodorously, Ralph located the one untouched six pack and retrieved it.
            Before he and Maeve started out for home, he looked at Matt still frozen there.
            “That was my stuff you two stole,” said Ralph in his deepest rumble.
            Matt’s eyes rolled back in his head. He wavered for a moment, then snapped out of his faint. Without moving a muscle he said, softly, “Sorry. Man, we didn’t know.”
            “You knew it wasn’t yours….”said Ralph, mellowing somewhat.
            “You’ll never see me again, but I have to go find that idiot Robert,” said Matt, climbing to his feet. “We’ll be out of here as quick as I can manage it.”
            Ralph thought it had gone rather well, so he turned, hiding a grin, and carried his big black Raven back to the Home Clearing to explain what all the excitement had been about.

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Bubble Woman and I Wish You A Happy Friday

 It was a very cabbage-y day on Thursday.

But both of the tremendous vegetables have been dealt with.

Righteously.

I hope to get back on track on Saturday.

Please accept our most sincere well wishes.

Have a glorious Friday!

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