Session April 6. 2013

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"I don't intend to sit at home any more, Elgin."
by CC

Barry stood up on his furry back legs and waved his paws around. "You see my point," he said.

"Sit down, for God's sake. You really aren't built for dancing, plus it's demeaning," said his brother, Elgin.

"I know, but it's my only way out." Barry teetered a little but kept his balance. It was Elgin's only way out, too, but he wasn't going to come right out and say so. Elgin could figure it out for himself.

"I don't intend to sit at home any more, Elgin. Do you think I should study ballroom dancing?"

"Oh, sure, be ordinary. Every stupid dancing bear waltzes. Why don't you go for something more dramatic, like a tango?"

Barry looked up at Elgin. "My legs aren't strong enough for that, plus you need a partner. Elgin, would you help? We would be a real hit! We would go places, you know it."

"Well," sighed Elgin. "OK. What else am I gonna do?"






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"She was at pains to show she had not made much of an effort."
by TT

"A Buffalo Head Nichol."

Mister Nathan Nichols lived across the street from my mother's shop where she sold costumes and masks and hats. He was actually shorter than my mother who was a thin and haughty five foot six. She and Nathan were friends. She made him pose for her and took photos.

One day I visited her and walked down the narrow hall into the laundry room. Someone was standing there with the head of a buffalo. A muffled voice said: "Help me get this damned thing off - I'm suffocating and I can't get this head off." I began to laugh. It was Nathan Nichols, the stodgy census-taker from across the street.

I began to pull. I pulled and pulled at the buffalo head. It was so tight. It wouldn't fit through the door or in the hallway. Poor Nathan! How would he get out of the laundry room? How in fact did he get in there? I said, "Well, we need to get some help with this. I'll call my Mother." When I called she said she couldn't come up. She had custom fitting to do. So finally I rummaged in a drawer to find scissors. "What are you going to do," said Nathan anxiously. "I'll try to cut some of the fur around the neck," I said.

Just then Mother burst into the room with a Samurai sword and a bottle of vaseline. We heaved and pulled - feet against the wall. Finally when it came off Nathan was thrown across the room and down the hall. My Mother dusted off her hands. She was at pains to show she had not made much of an effort.