Author Topic: Newbrassky (Read 1830536 times)

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3040 on:** July 08, 2005, 08:01:18 PM »

"But," she pauses to push some errant hair back away from her eyes, "it was fun!"

And at the fence, all three dogs nod their heads in agreement.

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3041 on:** July 09, 2005, 07:24:35 AM »

Half way through the dipping and plucking, Slim looks to the sky and scratches his head.

"What day is it?"

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother pauses to think, then her eyes become wide.

"It's Friday, Slim, you are supposed to be on your way home!"

The dead chicken is dropped from Slim's hand and he is out, vaulting over the fence, scattering the dogs as he runs for the house. Ten minutes later he is back out with a scrubbed face and wearing clean clothes. Since the Frumpy Fairy Godmother has nasty, messy hands, she gives him an armless hug and smooches him on the cheek. A few minutes later, he is on his horse and heading toward Mrs. Slim and his thirteen children.

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother waves him farewell, then takes in the work ahead of her. She looks to the dogs. "I don't suppose you can help."

Duke grins and gives her a "Sure, if I had opposable thumbs, I'd help. But without them, I'd be happy to eat up that work" look. She gives him an exasperated puff of breath and tosses some chicken feathers at him. Daisy and Claire snap and chase at the floating feathers as she goes back to plucking.

litl rooster · « **Reply #3042 on:** July 09, 2005, 08:55:37 PM »

I am happy to see that some folks can pluck a chicken without scolding it first.

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Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3043 on:** July 09, 2005, 09:45:17 PM »

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother gives Litl Rooster the hairy eyeball. "Why would we want to scold the chickens, they're dead!"

She points to the kettle of boiling water. "We're dipping and scalding them there."

She sticks her tongue out at him, tosses some feathers his way, and goes back to work.

litl rooster · « **Reply #3044 on:** July 10, 2005, 05:13:37 AM »

Spank my hand...

Quote from: AnnieLee on July 09, 2005, 09:45:17 PM

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother gives Litl Rooster the hairy eyeball. "Why would we want to scold the chickens, they're dead!"

. "scalding She sticks her tongue out at him, tosses some feathers his way, and goes back to work.

Delmonico · « **Reply #3045 on:** July 10, 2005, 12:22:12 PM »

Delmonico comes out of his office and whacks lil rooster on the hand with his Osage Orange walkin' stick.

<Authors note, that was to easy.

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litl rooster · « **Reply #3046 on:** July 10, 2005, 03:27:34 PM »

litl rooster knowing the qualities of Osage Orange (mock orange) hollers out........................ ooooouchhhhhhhhhhh

litl rooster · « **Reply #3047 on:** July 10, 2005, 03:31:54 PM »

(litl rooster is already hiding from Delmonico's walking stick, for the above boo boo, and has know intention on fixing it since his hand all ready hurts from the first wack)

Stoney Pete · « **Reply #3048 on:** July 11, 2005, 08:30:30 AM »

Seeing slim run off all clean stoney starts plucking chickens too.

13 children he thinks

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3049 on:** July 11, 2005, 09:46:03 AM »

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother smiles to Stoney as they finish the plucking.

"Gutting's next, but is it okie to feed the gooey stuff to the dogs?"

Still watching at the fence, the pups take on hopeful expressions.

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #3050 on:** July 11, 2005, 11:15:21 AM »

Slim rides into the yard with Saddlebags full of cheese. "Y'all still plunckin' dem chickens."

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3051 on:** July 11, 2005, 11:23:43 AM »

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother stops and gawks at Slim.

"Still plucking? You just left! Why aren't you on your way home?"

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #3052 on:** July 11, 2005, 11:36:48 AM »

"I'z been home. It's Monday, already."

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3053 on:** July 11, 2005, 11:38:25 AM »

She tosses a handful of feathers at him.

"It is not, it's Friday!"

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #3054 on:** July 11, 2005, 11:53:43 AM »

"It's Monday, July 11, 1881."

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3055 on:** July 11, 2005, 12:16:47 PM »

"That's not possible! Nothing changed since you left. Heck, the dogs haven't even wandered off to go poop! If it had been that long, the chickens would be stinky by now, and look, they're still freshly dead!"

She holds one up to show him and yep, it's freshly dead.

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #3056 on:** July 11, 2005, 12:24:37 PM »

"That's not possible."

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #3057 on:** July 11, 2005, 12:40:43 PM »

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother pales.

"But you saw the Missus and the Slimettes, and brought back cheese?"

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #3058 on:** July 11, 2005, 12:52:38 PM »

"Yep!"

Delmonico · « **Reply #3059 on:** July 11, 2005, 07:15:16 PM »

Delmonico comes out of his office, "It's a time warp, don't worry."

He goes back in to do what ever it is that he does in there.

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