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A fine peeckle ...
by DebZ
 Another bulletin from Lynda's llamas, posted to the Fantasy Archers topic of .
Aha good!" said Constanza, taking of her reading glasses and looking up as Wolfgang whirled into the shed, " I glad you back - I wan' haf talk weeth you."
"Talk? Talk?" exclaimed Wolfgang, "I haffn'd god time to talk!"
"Aboud thees book you borrow me from libraree," said Constanza, ignoring him, "Eet nod much help."
"Where ees eet? Where ees eet?" muttered Wolfgang, riffling through his filing cabinets (two old shoe boxes kept under the bed) and throwing wads of paper and dust into the air in the process.
"Righd here een frond of me," replied Constanza, puzzled.
"Whad eet do there?" Wolfgang stopped in his tracks.
"Thee interpretacÃon of dreams nod eggsacklee whad I haf een mind when I ask you breeng me book on psychologee."
"Book? Dreams?" spat Wolfgang, "I cannod be bothered weeth thees now!"
"I see," said Constanza, slowly, her breast heaving, "I see. You cannod be bothered to help me avert aneemal een crisees. You doan care thad Montee probablee become juvenile delinquent! You doan care thad heard of Jed ees to be broken! Oh, no, Señor Wolfgang de la Llama haf more importante theengs do than occupy heeself weeth such madders! Weell, pardon me for breatheeng."
"Si," said Wolfgang, caught off guard. He looked at Constanza's face. "I mean no," he gulped, " I mean…"
"Weell?" enquired Constanza, her hoof beginning to tap.
"I help weeth thad lader. Juss now I muss find design for soap box. Eet moss urgente!"
"Eet nod broken down?" Constanza became allarmed. "You say you geeve me driveeng lessons."
"No, no, no," Wolfgang assured her, "I muss make 'nother one."
"One each. Weell there be 'nough room een garage?"
"Thees one nod for you - eet for lovlee, blond Shula!"
"Santa Shula!" Constanza was aghast. "Santa Shula?" Her voice was more than faintly incredulous.
"Weell, no. Nod eggsacklee for her, more for Fad Boy Dan."
"I weesh I could say I see," said Constanza, her eyes narrowing to mere slits in her fur, "Bud unfortunadelee I doan see ad all!"
"Aleestair refuse make one. He tell lovlee, blond Shula she can do eet, so obveeouslee, I theenk I muss help her," Wolfgang faltered slightly under Constanza's stony glare, "An' then there museec too!" he rallied.
"Uh huh, museec eh? Led me guess….I know, Alano setteeng hees derby to museec. Soap-box - the museecal!"
"Nod ad all. Museec ees for Fallon. For her oral heestoree of Ambreedge. Evidamente, I muss help there. Where else she gonna find somebodee as knowledgeable and talented as me een museec?"
"Led me ged thees straighd," said Constanza standing up and reaching for her hoof bag, "Firss you build card for Santa Shula, then you help Fallon weeth her composicÃon an' then… you haf aneetheeng else you muss do before you free to counseel Jed an' Montee?"
Wolfgang thought for a few seconds and then shook his head, frowning all the while, "I nod totallee sure, but I theenk nod…"
"Whole theeng quide clear to me now!"
"Good," said Wolfgang, pleased at Constanza's understanding of the situation. "Hey! Where you go?"
"I off see Freeda Fry. Apparendlee she haf new receepee for chudnee. Ad least weeth her I find someone who talk beet of sense!"
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