but can e'en the Hounds o' Hell efface it?!?!?!?
I am doubting that they could CoCo!!
Casper Milquetoast's Cousin, Walter Mitty
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Walter had come in for a landing just as his mother was about to cajole him down out of the clouds with,
"Walter, say hello your cousin, Caspar!"
Young Wally beat her to the punch, however, with an abridged greeting of "Hi," to which Cas replied with a tiny but heartfelt "Hi."
"Well then, come along boys," grumped Aunt Gertrude, or Mother (depending upon who's calling whom or whatever), snapping the dreamer and the mouse to attention, herding them in the direction of home for a late breakfast.
And adventure ...
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Conquest and colonization of outer space had become possible in the 24th century due to Sir Walter Mitty's discovery of hyperdrive, by which the speed of light had been attained and later greatly surpassed.
United Planets Cruiser C57D, manned by Commander C. M. Toast, is on a special mission to the planetary system of the great main sequence star Altair. An elderly but spry Sir Walter travels as honored guest and consultant, should questions in celestial mechanics arise.
Standard class A security will be maintained upon landing and all hands will wear side arms: our ship was radar scanned by an area 20-miles square and subsequently received a curious and disquieting warning that we should not land. Commander C.M. Toast ignored the menacing implications behind the unfriendly voice coming over the ship's speaker and demanded landing coordinates: 83 17 4 N, 148 21 W was the response.
Standing by to reverse polarity ... half flux ... cutting primary coils....
What awaits the crew of Cruiser C57D on Planet Gorgon? A change of heart? Some interplanetary down-home cookin'?
"Your impatience is quite understandable, Gorgonette Gertatio, but the crew has already ingested their food packs and said nourishment shall suffice for the duration," Commander Toast tactfully but firmly responded to the harried but hospitable Palace chief cook."I'm impatient with your refusal to try my Martian Tentacles Au Jus. My people have learned to live without it just so that our honored guests - so long awaited - might savor this rare delicacy," coyly sulked the snake-infested outsize craniumed beauty.
"I'm afraid my people haven't developed a taste for such exquisite fare. I'm very sorry; I wish it were otherwise," lamented the commander with barely-concealed insincerity. Sir Walter nodded in absent-minded accord though he said nothing, his thoughts being elsewhere. "Have you tested this recipe before our arrival?" Toast quickly interjected, hoping to allay any angry animosities that should end by putting him and his crew into the cooking pot.
"Well," a still somewhat haughty but rather more subdued Gertatio declared, "I find that it works well enough to get me from one planetary kitchen to another. Do you have faith, Commander Toast, that my people simply want to show you hospitality and not poison you?"
"It isn't faith that makes good cooking, Chef Gertie, it's curiosity about what's going on in the kitchens throughout the universe. There are more things in heaven and earth, Gertatio, than are dreamt of in your kitchen," C57D's fearless leader philosophized.
"Please, sit down," an obviously moved serpentine head cook begged. "There are several thousand questions I wish to ask you ..."
"Sit down, Caspar and Walter, and wipe that silly look off your faces, your breakfast is getting cold. I declare, what will you do when I'm gone??"
Both boys smiled knowingly at each other, decided telepathically to skip an already cold and unappealing breakfast and ran out of the kitchen to run and jump and plan their next venture together. There was no question whatsoever what either would do when the gorgon was gone.
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Special thanks to Klaatu, Morbius, et al, the Bard of Stratford-upon-Avon and ...
((((((BEKS!)))))
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Walter, you sleep on the top bunk, let your cousin take the lower. Casper, you don't wet the bed do you dear? I'll put the rubber sheets on if you think you might. Now boys, go straight to sleep, none of that silly talk. Tomorrow, I'll let you help me with the garden!
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You've got my brain all abuzz, Beks!
Hmmmm ... let me see now....
To be continued.
Ghost writer
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Taking a Leek in the Garden or Vichyssoise, Anyone?
"Walter, you sleep on the top bunk, let your cousin take the lower. Caspar, you don't wet the bed do you dear?" Aunt Gertrude asked her scrawny, quivering nephew, half out of concern for the child's welfare but the larger half fretting over having to replace an otherwise fine mattress for naught.
"No, Auntie," wheezed Caspar. "Mother told me not to drink anything while I'm visiting you."
"Oh, really?" puzzled the meticulous homemaker. "Well, be that as it may, I'll put the rubber sheets on if you think you might," the determined woman pestered.
"What are rubber sheets, Auntie?" wondered the boy, whose custom was to sleep in the bathtub on days that his mother noted he was drinking like a fish. Funny, Mildred never leaked this news to her sister Mildred.
Flustered, and at a rare loss for words, Walter's mother drew her lips into a thin line and, after erasing said thin line, opened wide and sputtered, "Never mind, child! Now boys, go straight to sleep, none of that silly talk. Tomorrow, I'll let you help me with the garden! I'm going to show you how to plant sets of onions and leeks. Won't that be fun?"
Turning on her sensibly-heeled shoe, Gertrude closed the light, the door and let trail after her departure, "Sweet dreams, boys...."
Once the coast was clear of all fog and remnants of prying and harping motherhood, Wally began to engage his cousin in conversation.
"When I grow up I want to fly to the moon and live there for awhile and maybe go to Mars like my friend Jimmy Hunt did last summer when his mom and dad got all weird on him ... Whadja think?" probed Wally.
"I ... I ... I dunno. Auntie Gertie said no silly talk," worried Caspar, fearing apprehension and rebuke should his overly astute caretaker burst unannounced into the room.
"Ah, it ain't silly talk. It's important stuff I talk about because Father says it's never too late to plan for the future. Eight o'clock's not late at all," Walter concluded in a rather logically oblique manner.
(to be continued ... the boys aren't sleepy but Ghost Writer is!)
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"Do you want to hear a scary story?" Casper asked, as he draped off the edge of the bed to look underneath.
"What have you got?" Walter peered over the edge of the bunk above.
"Well, I am not sure. It's some kind of scary comics. Some old ladies dropped them off at the door the other day."
"You know we are not supposed to read comic books," Walter said.
(well, you did post this under Watchtower Scandals!)
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In an unprecedented alignment of the planets - even the ancients could not have foreseen this sidereal, off-the-charts phenomenon - Moxie and Chutzpah joined forces and imbued the little chucklehead, Caspar, with uncharacteristic boldness, as he warbled off the question of the ages:
"Do you want to hear a scary story?" Caspar asked, as he draped off the edge of the bed to look underneath, not the least concerned that this inversion should unhinge his nasal capillaries and create a sanguinary outflow. Rubber sheets notwithstanding."What have you got?" Walter peered over the edge of the bunk above.
"Well, I am not sure. It's some kind of scary comics. Some old ladies dropped them off at the door the other day. Mother was at the neighbor's house and I decided to chuck all that nonsense about talking to strangers. I was hoping they had some candy," a vivified Cas put in.
"You know we are not supposed to read comic books," Walter said, which comment of itself was curious, given the dreamer's penchant for high adventure.
Gaining momentum, Caspar continued, "Look there at the picture of the big church getting hit by lightning and all the fried dead people. Even little kids and dogs. And the big hole in the ground and the little girl and her dollie and a T-rex. Golly gee whiz, somebody's sure got peeved. I'm only 10 years old. I don't need this!"
"I'm never taking Buster to church again!" snapped an indignant Wally.
Gradually, unwinding from the emotional onslaught upon their juvenile psyches, the boys drifted off, perchance to join forces in sleep and dream the same dream ...
Or nachtemare?
(well, you did post this under Watchtower Scandals! - no, not really - the topic self-categorized!)
Thanks, cameo!