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Re: [at-l] traildays

Well, here's kinda the way I remember it...

A bunch of us were up by the pool playing "Make the bottle stick to 
Snail-no-more". Mrs. Felix was over at Dot's doing what she does best. 
Woodelf and Chase were working on their "Who's on Third?" routine for the 
talent show. Schuyler was carrying water from the river to the pool, 
muttering "I hope I win a new pack tonight". Gweneeth was trying to 
figure out if she has a girl dog, or a boy dog. Mark and Janet Holmes 
were trying desperately, and nearly successfully, to distance themselves 
from the group. Sandy Dee was busy taste-testing everyone's beer. Raven 
was shooting crows with a sling-shot. Mike was trying to teach the local 
school kids to pronounce his trailname, but gave up when he realized they 
could barely pronounce his real name. 

It was my turn to stick the bottle to Snail-no-more, when he passed out. 
Its no fun stickin a bottle to someone layin down. Thats when I went to 
the truck and got my ferret. I learned a long time ago that you can have 
one hell of a good time with a stopwatch, a young ferret, some dental 
floss and a ping-pong ball. So I was explaining the game to everyone when 
up runs Sleeper94 and says "Come quick, there's trouble at Dot's" So I 
put the ferret in my pants (which is where it goes in the game) and we 
all hightail it over to Dot's. Seems Mrs. Felix was trying to order 
breakfast at 9:00 in the morning. Dot tried to explain that they don't 
serve no breakfast at 9:00 in the morning. This didn't set well with Mrs. 
F. Chairs were flying, glass was breaking and blood was flowing. 

We were trying to seperate the frakus when in walks an officer of the 
law. He asked what the problem was and everyone tried to explain at 
once. Finally, he said "Dot, I've wanted to shut your brothel down for 
years, but had no grounds. If you ain't servin breakfast at 9:00 in the 
morning, I got no choice but..." Thats when he stopped and looked in the 
direction of my pants. "Son, whats going on in your pants?" "Same thing 
thats going on in yours, Sir"
Right about then, the ferret caught the ping-pong ball. That wasn't a 
good thing. "I think you all best come with me."  Interestingly, they 
took us all back to the pool. Seems thats what they were using for the 
holding tank on this festive weekend. Already in the pool were all sorts 
of long-haired, tie-dye wearin', bongo-bangin', hacky-sack-playin', 
drunkin' revellers. They made all of us get in the pool but Raven. They 
apparently had never seen a purple-haired girl before, so they made her 
sit on the diving board. All the grade-school kids walked by and looked 
at the new prized possession.

Our situation looked desperate when up walks Needles. 
"Officer," he says,"I have a bit of information that I'm sure you want. 
And for the freedom of my friends here, I'll tell you"
"Thats an awfully gutsy move, boy. It's also illegal"
"I'm just tellin' ya that I know something you want to know." After 
several minutes of wheeling and dealing, the two leave the pool area. 
About this time one of the school kids saw one of Raven's tattoos and 
went running through the streets of the town screaming "I'm blind!!!! I'm 
blind!!!" 

Next thing we know Needles comes in to get us, sans officer. "What'd you 
tell him Needles?" Needles simply turned to watch the police car pull 
away, a nude Waldo in the back seat...

-- 
Felix

Now with FICTION!!! http://members.tripod.com/~Felixhikes/index.html

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