đź“–NEW CHAPTER: Right About Then!
Chapter 25 - Right About Then!
One of those marmots, Musthug (to be precise), was pushing back The Littlest HugaBird's cuticles with a ProNails Cuticle Pusher (Or the ProNails Manicure Stick Wood, the Cuticles Cobalt Cuticle Pusher or the ProNails Cuticle Cleaner! - V.) when it happened.
What exactly “it” was, depended on your point of view. From the point of view of “Musthug the Marmot” (I know her! - V.), what happened was:
They had staked out a nice little space for themselves on Marmot Beach, not too far from the stage where their favorite band, Velveteen And The Safety Snaps, were banging out the opening chords of American musician Maggie Rogers’ alternative/indie song “Light On.”
At Motfest 2019, the annual surfside music festival the Marmots put on at The Bungalows, a Cabana For Sixteen Marmots cost $30,000, including:
Free Beer, specifically, MeadowBank Brewing “Nice Marmot” (of course)
VELVETEEN
An Imperial Dunkelweizen Beer (Whatever that is! Ha! - V.) with a powerful Banana aroma, followed by malty breadiness and hints of biscuit and toffee flavors!
SARAN
A powerful malt bomb with surreal hefeweizen yeast piquancy!
VELVETEEN
Yeah, Ok, Sar!
SARAN
OMG, what now?
VELVETEEN
“Surreal hefeweizen yeast piquancy?” What does that even mean?
SARAN
I don't know, Vel, it's just what we're supposed to say!
VELVETEEN
I don't even know how to pronounce half these words!
SARAN (Glares at VELVETEEN)
Moving along! . . . “Which pours a silky dark amber color with an off-white head!”
(VELVETEEN is about to crack a joke, but SARAN shoots her another dirty look).
Vel, don't you even --
VELVETEEN
“© 2014 Meadowlark Brewing, Inc., 117 S. Central Ave., Sidney, Montana, (406) 433-2337!” What, Saran, what? You were going to say something?
SARAN
No, No, everything’s fine!
VELVETEEN
Exactly! Plus, this Beer is way too dark for me! I don't like something I have to fight my way through! Can I not just get a normal Beer?
SARAN
Sure, how about a Bud?
VELVETEEN
Oh, come on! I think we can do a little better than that, can't we, Saran?
Next: “Light Catering”
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first...
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
