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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (49430)	4/20/2000 2:12:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Thump thump thump. Stumpy/Bongo comes down the stairs. Morning recuperation over. Now, Lupita, likes to sleep all day; find her yarn baby and put it to bed; but Stumpy ~ he's got work to do. His conscience wakes him up. Sure it's eleven thirty; but hey. "Stumpy! You awake?" Not really. "But I'm sitting up." His head is sagging; neck seems to be a little loose. Still, he's ready to take the Patrol Boat out around the Orkneys. Lots of stress to be encountered, but he's seriously committed to the rounds. Stress is the reason he goes out there. If there wasn't any stress, there wouldn't be any foes. Proof is in the pudding. Foes of what? He lets anybody and everybody cruise through here. (More consequentially, what's he prepared to DO about it?) Well; "stress." He's going to stress about it. Worry is a force. Disapproval is a force. It's like voting. Being there to vote. Getting the vote out. Vote. Then get some comfort food, and a nap. That goddam mole is back, too. Man that thing makes him mad. He's been after him for two years, and we're still no closer to Stump realizing he's not going to squirt out of the dirt. Into his mouth. Or over his head to the street; outside his area of concern. That would be the courteous thing, for prey. I think the last place he worked, the moles did that; they shot out of the flower beds. Like they stepped on mines. Or bored into those steam-filled basketballs. When the earth moves just a little, he leans back on his Safety rock, and taps the mound. Pat; pat. Like the mole is going to answer the door. "Could you roll down your window?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey Stumpy! Guess who's coming to visit? No really ~ I think you'll wanta hear this. It's your Uncle Dash." Uhm, how to say ~ "A special serial levy has been passed, Stumpy." It's hard to break the news to him. Or warn him. But he's going to be miserable. Then he gets mad at ME. Maybe I should get a big picture of Dash, and a cassette player with his voice on it. "Oh.....isn't he cute. Are you glad to see me, Stumpy? CAT CRANE!"