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The yellow
sun was up now, and the white one going down,
so Granma figgerd it must be noonish. They
better be headin’ ‘em up and movin’ ‘em out.
Mober and Pepper were in the circle munching
rich velvety grass. G tried a whistle and Mober
came over. Wow she thought. Julio tried his
whistle … once, twice, Pepper looked up. Mober
gave her a motherly you-know-the-kind-of-look,
and as J whistled for the third time, Pepper
came bounding over. "Good thing we took
off the baskets or the Chips may have been
turned into guacamole!" G whispered to
J. HAHAHAHA!
G & J both got up and curtsied and bowed and G
said: "You must excuse us now, Your Royalness,
we need to be getting on the road. Please direct us
to the Marshies." J had kinda wanted to see inside
one of those cherry-looking mound houses, but there
was no time for that. Da Muff could tell him all about
it. She had done nothing but play, play, chase chase,
tag-yer-it for the last two hours with all the pups,
kitties and beaver bundles. She came bounding over
with a messy face; who knows what she had found to
eat in the cherry-mound huts. Now she went down to
the Flam for a drink of water.
Burrbear picked up a couple of bundles (a beaver & a
pup) and walked through the trees to a little golden
doorknob of a hill and pointed towards the West. Of
course, G & J followed. "That-a-way," he
said. Well great, Granma was thinking. We’ll just go
that-a-way then.
G tied the blankets back on the horses and lifted
the baskets & Chips onto their shoulders. The
basket were tied together in the middle, you know,
so that one fell on each side of their shoulders.
G reached in amid the furry Chips, cringing, but
not so anybody could notice, and pulled out two
bananas. She gave these to Burrbear and said with
a wave of her arm : "May the bees and butterflies
eternally carry nectar from tree to tree and prosper
thee." Well, that was pretty good she thought
to herself. They curtsied again as Burrbear presented
them with two beaverskin bags, (probably some of
his relatives), filled with avacados and carrots.
G & J thanked him and Mober and Pepper both
bowed down so they could get on. Burrbear handed
up one more handy item. It was a splack that you
put on your back. "Wonderful!" exclaimed
G. The horses were getting rather bungly what with
baskets and beaverskins hanging on .. or .. over
… them. Mober, being the biggest and strongest,
carried the two beaverskins of avacados. The putty-tats
brought out two medium sized sweet ‘taters and
this they put in the splack, for J to carry on
his back. Now they were set and off they went,
one, two, three. But first down to the Flam for
a drink of water.
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