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[Delmonico]

Delmonico comes out with the pot roast.  "Sadly there were no parsnips at the store today, I love parsnips in my roast."

[litl rooster]

Stopped at Food Lion, sorry not much of a choice without driving another 15 miles.  They  had Parsnip in the produce isle. Grandma use to pickle them like beets, never cared fer either.

[Delmonico]

<Authors note: Parsnips were often planted in the late summer and allowed to freeze in the groud, they could then be dug when the ground thawed to provide much needed vitimans in the spring.  They kept better this way than in a root cellar. >

[Trinity]

A haggard Trinity walks into the yard and up the steps of the porch and heads straight for the hammock.  He's wearing only one boot... again, half of his shirt is torn and his pants are missing.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico looks out of his office at Trinity, he decides he looks better than most of the time when he's been gone for days to places unkown.

"Trinity, the flyin' plate folks gave me some cases of lemon soda, there are some in the ice box along with some Holland Gin.  They might be good together."

Delmonico goes back into his office and is heard to sing, "Rock of ages, cleft for me."  and "The wise man built his house upon the rock, the wise man built his house upon the rock."

[Trinity]

Trinity thanks Del for his offer.  That sounds just like what he needs to knock the 'edge' off.  He staggers into the kitchen and opens the door to the icebox.  He takes the Gin and a bottle of soda and returns to the hammock.  He takes a hard slug on the gin, lets it sit in his mouth then swallows.  Then he follows it with soda.

He yells back into the house:  "Thankee Del., This here is a good combination!"

[Delmonico]

"I'm glad you like it, it's French I think, look at the label, that sounds like a French name."  Trinity looks at the label, Citrate de Magnesia.

"They flyin' plate folks showed it to me, it's good fer what ails ya, better even than castor oil, less cramps."

[litl rooster]

scratchin' my head wondering why Trinty would add that juice to his Gin

"I'm glad you like it, it's French I think, look at the label, that sounds like a French name."  Trinity looks at the label, Citrate de Magnesia.

It's Latin Woodrow....



well it means......It's a motto

[Stoney Pete]

"Welcome home Trin.  I was half expecting you to have a wagon load of squeezin's from one of the stills.  Is there a story behind havin' one boot?"

[Delmonico]

Before answerin' Stoney Pete, Trinity heads to the bushes at a trot.

[gophergrease]

GG returns from his  weekend of shooting them little dogs, that live in hole all over the prarie.
He askes Del, "should I have kept some of them, we could cook them up for Trinity?"

[gophergrease]

By the way Del, that big Sharps rifle was just the right thing to use. Had three of them critters siten on top there hill about 100 yards out. Hit the dirt in frount of them and had 12 legs in the air twichen.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother sees Trinity and starts to move to hug him, but the smell reaches her first and then he's gone off into the bushes. She stares after him for a moment, then smiles and hugs Gopher Grease.

When Slim gets home tomorrow, the whole family... well, except for our ghostly visitor and that Major-Captain somebody... will be home!

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim rides in. "Howdy y'all. Why is Trinity in the bushes?"

<Arthur's note: GG, that is like barkin' a tree rat. Is it called "grounding".  >

[Delmonico]

<Author's note: Often Prairie Poodle or Sod Poodle, many other names unreapeteble here by rachers have 1/4 sections of holes and no grass in their pastures.  Athough there is some contriversy by some, I think it was bested summed up by a rancher several years ago.  "I'll tolerate all prairie dogs when the big city folks quit killing cockroaches and rats."  The rifle is an enviromently friendly way to thin the towns.  Most ranchers do not want them gone, but they also have to have room for cattle.>

[gophergrease]

Just for fun we will be having prairie dog stew and armadillo pot pie for supper tonight.

[litl rooster]

Save me some Armidilla please

[Delmonico]

Delmonico heads to his office and slams the door shut.  (He has a stash of food in there.)

[Trinity]

Breathless, Trinity comes out of the bushes  "Ah'll have me some stew please Gophergrease!  Ah just made plenty of room... thanks to Del!

Hey there stoneypete!  Sooo, you wanna know what Ah've been up to, huh?  Wail....  Jest haid over yonder (points east) 'bout a few hours ride an' you'll come upon a wagon with a bunch of ... uh... wiminfolks.  Ask fer Mrs. Kate Collingwood an' tell her Trinity sent ya.   "

[litl rooster]

me thinks Trinty is feelin' better.