As both of you readers know, I has to leave Mudflats to go find Madame Burrury so’s Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik gets re-schooled-up, so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead into graphite; for the children and equality.
Miss Mari, she’s the grid owner, she suggested I speak ter the Landlord ‘bout getting trailer’in off to the other bits o’ the multiverse, ‘cuz Madame Burrury ain’t here on this world. So’s I sez, sure, and meetin’ w’ the Landlord was next on my list (while secretly vowin’ to make a list).
The Landlord and I get on like a house on fire. S’posed to mean fast, but fer us it’s the lots of runnin’ around and gettin’ wet part. He found me out in the swamp at dawn, harvestin’ some good eatin’ weeds to go with the Fromage d’ Yak, a wee sumthin’ to kickstart yer day. I sought his advice.
“Your trailer is somehow in a tree. You inadvertently parked the truck deep in the Narrows one night after you arrived home from scouting out pubs and grub. I recommend that you find a way to carefully move both objects to common ground, and then you can assemble your trailer and pack for your journey. I would try to Take the items then place them in a more convenient place for assembly. My wife, Mari will know a good spot, please ask her where you can work on your mobile home system.”
(That’s how he talks, yer know? All sentencey and grammar, like.)
‘K I’m thinkin’ then, I’m gonna need a big, whopping balloon to get the truck and trailer from the storage spots I selected advertantly, nothin’ inadvertant ‘bout ‘em, and get them to the’r flat ground, like, and pack them w’ sumthin’. Not sure what, tha’s fer later. Prolly Miss Mari knows anyhows, or is that anyways?
She has the perfect spot, does Miss Mari, so’s I rented me the biggest balloon-set around, hitched up the truck and rode it back fer two days ter this garage place what even has the tools.
Then I ballooned back and got the trailer. I sure liked the pace. :) Lots of time to just chew on the weeds and spit out that chewy bit and watch it drift down ter an ocean, like.
Then I did the ‘sembly bit, it’s technical, can’t explain it more’n lined ‘em up and shoved ‘em together till they clicked. Prolly one of them engineerin’ people looked at it a while back.
Miss Mari sez to get some grub to take along, won’t have no good eatin’ weeds everywhere, y’know. So’s tha’s the packin’ part. Had that figured out and I took a deep breath, and then she asks about my itinerary.
((O.O)) gotta go look me up a word. I’m hopin’ it means the extra beer n grub sort of thing.
Madame B, here’s I’ma comin’ fer you.
Just the right amount of the hot air and heliumation.
Chewin’ on the weeds and enjoying the warm air.
Fixing ‘em by jammin’ ‘em together. S’technical, I wouldn’t understand.
I’ma thinkin’ I’ma done.
But now there’s the itinerant thingy.
To be continued...