As both of you readers know, I joined up ter Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead fer pencils into graphite; step eleventeen in my Raisin of Etre. The thing of it is, Madame Burrury had her school disappeared, weren’t no magic. And the Landlord in Mudflats, whole time whining about the costs and prims, rebuilt Madame B’s school, so’s I’m going to find Madame Burrury and get the magic schoolin’ runnin’ again.
First step is … is comin’ to me … but Frito is chasing a squirrel and it’s hard to figure things with that going on. I think iffn I run over to the edge of the swamp proper and wave my arms the squirrel will head fer the big tree by the Yak fields and then Frito can corner him up there like.
At about this point in time, while I’m mindin’ my own business jumpin’ up and down and yellin’ by the edge of the swamp Miss Mari joins me. Well, Miss Mari is awfully nice to me and she is the grid owner, so’s you don’t want her thinkin’ yer a looney one, so’s I point randomly over my head and asked iffn she’d seen the size of that hornet?
She politely pretended it was indeed one of the finer specimens of massive hornets and then asked how was my journey to find Madame Burrury?
Well, I remember sayin, well, I was thinkin’ maybe I should, umm, journey you say?
Yes, sez Miss Mari. Iffn she was in Mudflats, I would know. I was wondering where you will start to look? I have a selection of trailers. You can have one to make your journey more pleasant. Trailer, you say? And I got me a trailer.
Finally getting some decent dank up in the caves and I have to leave Mudflats? Steppin’ off to strange sims with strange people and hopefully ice cream places and nude beaches. Kind of gone 180 degrees on this ‘un journey. Yup, sez I, could be my thing. I will turn down the bubblin’ gold vat and head out first thing. Maybe take a few weeks to figurin’ it right, though.
Next thing I know it’s the Landlord asking me to move my trailer. And I got me a truck: The Landlord wuz good enough to offer me a free truck, also where I left it, he says. But I don’t ‘member much of that evening, I was doin’ the review of the drinkin’ and dancin’ places and I sorta remember climbing inter somethin’ and teleporting home.
Now I’s gotta get these things together and get steppin’, fer sure. Gotta find Madame B, pencils, education, and equality all hang in the balance, like.
I’ma comin’ fer ya Madame B., fer sure, like.
...to be continued.
As both of you readers know, I has a raisin of etre, so besides my Security job, which involved the endless checking of sunscreen on female visitors at the Nude Beach, my raisin, it’s a reason to get up mornin’s and do the of etre part. Iffn you wanted to fit this into a nutshell, I believe that equality starts with education and education should start with young people and young people need to write the learnings down now and then and they need pencils.
Only part of pencils grow on trees, there’s the inside bit, which had traditionally been called the lead, and it’s actually the graphite. Well of course I spent years workin’ the alchemy to convert gold into lead, cuz of the molecular thingy. I wuz gettin’ some pretty good lead, sometimes, when the explosion didn’t happen or exploded just right. But it was still lead, and there ain’t now and ain’t never gonna be no alchemically formulation what turns the lead into graphite, cuz of the molecular thingy. So’s I had to learn the magick.
I joined up ter Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead into graphite; equality doesn’t grow on trees neither. The thing of it is, Madame Burrury had her schoolin’ happenin’ on one of them swank private estates on a world what happened to leave the multiverse.
My Landlord, some would call him a tightwad, not me, ‘cept inside voice like, he must of had some speakin’ to by Miss Mari, his wife and gentler side. He rebuilt Madame Burrury’s school on Mudflats (should be called The Mudflats but Mr. Tightwad says, “nope not in the rent”, but still coulda) continuum.outworldz.net:8002:Mudflats and I still need the magicking learning, so I have to find Madame B or I’ll be stuck here with lead blown all over my cave into the shape of my furniture and a few pieces what look like my bum-shape when I didn’t hide fast enough.
I have to find her to get graphite in order to get equality and lead pencils is my vector. Raisins ain’t allays easy, but you hope they matter.
Madame B, here’s I’ma comin’ fer you...to be continued.