SOS Gab & Eti 1.23

While the siblings were gone to Paxton I understand the State
archaeologist had dropped around Bullamanka to inspect the artifact, and
that Altuna had, in turn, inspected the State archaeologist. A mutant
admiration was under way in short order as Mr. Wooster was in the
unconscious habit of dropping things behind him, like old bones and
lumps of corn biscuit, as he wandered around the Orgrease farm. Seems,
from the three page report that was mysteriously grimed with smudges of
brown dog prints and was found wedged between two rocks and a purple
crocus near the mailbox, Mr. Wooster found within the monument several
pieces of what best could be described as canine chewed Tupperware and
that the next step in his analysis would be carbon dating. He also found
a musty copy of an Archie & Veronica commix with its covers torn off
which he subsequently read on-site, pants down, without leaving the
premises. We question the scientific integrity of such an investigation
as Mr. Wooster made, particularly in the absence of Gab & Eti, as we
have always been of the opinion that empirical objectivity requires a
distinct removal and distancing from participation in the cultural
surroundings, picking the flowers, playing the banjo, whistling while
you work, that sort of folkish mimicry stuff, and most certainly
excludes any form of deposits into the primary source of our knowledge.
We will get to the bottom of this argument later.

When I stopped by Gab was in a very excited mood as a few boring months
back during the ice age, while sitting next to the pot belly coal stove
and warming his soles with his jaw clenched on a pipe of cherry toback
and his hand gripping a tall mug of poteen, he had written a letter to
some high-fluting preserver’s club complaining that their name was too
long to pronounce in a mannerly fashion and their newsletter editor had
actually been succumbed into publishing the blasphemous drivel, despite
Eti’s protest that her brother is an old fart of a fool of no good sense
in his head.

Ever since the right to eat roadkill law went into effect in Bullamanka
I have been more than a little suspect of Eti’s cooking. This night we
were having venison stew and I made a point of getting out of her the
origin of the meat. She assured me it was not one of the cesium laced
deer from the federal lab that we had been reading about in the
Bullamanka Herald-Journal. As to the squirrel brain tarts, warm and
juicy fresh from Paxton, I was happy to tell Eti that they should be
lead free brains as in Paxton they do not allow the use of lead t-bar in
the limestone coping joints.
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