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On Dec 17, 2017, at 10:27 AM, Ursula Stange <Ursula@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
No idea what this is either....but it made my day.
Maybe several days, depending on what tomorrow brings.
Ursula
North of many places...warmer places.
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On Dec 17, 2017, at 3:03 PM, profdritchie@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
One of the first duties of a writer is to know what kind of story he is
telling: travelogue, historic tale, fable, parable. No idea what this is.
Sorry.
On the third day she returned among us.
" Mimo," I said, " I told the world you were dead."
"Chickens cannot be held responsible for the errors of gods."
"Agreed...if indeed it was an error. You disappear without trace and then
you reappear amongst us. I'm wondering if I should get in touch with the
pope. We might be past the first hurdle to beatification, some place at the
very back of the line looking for a magazine to read. We could declare Fort
Squawk a Place of Pilgrimage. Are you any good at holy shit?"
" I beg your pardon?'
The other two moved from the hydrangea to under the Juniper. "In case of
smiting," Pecorino explained.
"Less likely to catch fire, Juniper, "said Appenzeller.
"I'm Prodigal," said Mimo, "you're supposed to supply food."
"I shall fetch the fatted bread," I said and returned with toast and butter.
"Happy Hanukkah."
She looked pretty ratty and she was both hungry and tired, so I thought I'd
hazard another guess. "You went walkabout?"
"There was word of a gathering."
"Ghost dancing?"
"Something like that?"
"The chicken version of Little Big Horn?"
"Can we do this another time? I'm asleep on my feet."
