Whee Who! That final descent was a hoot! We bumped into one of the Cornish Hobbit habitats, jumped over the Pool, then almost veered into the trees!! It only took a small army of Hobbits to prevent that from happening. The good news is that none of the crumpets, snaps, and kegs of brandy have been damaged. The girls and Shadow, the feline fellow, bounced off to explore the area. 'Tis said the dogs have noses 10,000 times more effective than ours; imagine what all they must smell, and how intense it must be!! It's quite all right, as Koko, the eldest Keeshond, knows that when I put my hand over my head, everyone returns quickly; elsewise, they may not get a treat! She, of course, filled in the other two, and they respond quickly as well. (Well, Shadow might not be - treats aren't his style, unless it's fresh pilchards.) Edward, Eddie, Ed, never despair! We love Cornish men, regardless of 'social station', as long as they like to sing, like to share a sip or two of scrumpy, stout, bitters, and/or brandy (especially with ladies), like to dance (especially jigs and polkas!) and tell stories and jokes! (And turn a blind eye to melting face wax). Besides, Mrs. P, from what Mistress Agnes says, is on the lookout for a dark-eyed Celtic Cornishman who enjoys the above. Just remember, she's wearing Mistress Agnes' third best bun, which might not be too secured - so don't bob about too very enthusiastically in the polka. Mr. Darcy was too far above everyone to enjoy any of that, wasn't he? I believe he was the "Pride" in the book's title, was he not? That Sort is NOT invited. Ye-ough, as the young ladies say nowadays. Should you feel the need, you might be able to borrow clothes of the fellow 2 cells down from you; it seems he spent most of his ill-gotten gains on finery, and has a rather elegant vest, and a fine fustian coat as well. Obviously, since you're able to wander around the grounds of the prison, our mission to the Governor has been successful. Sir Stephen, Steve, our dear Stevey, completely understood the situation, once we explained it three or eleven times. The more hard apple cider we shared, (alias scrumpy) the clearer our message/requests became. We now have total, open permission to celebrate as we wish - complete with Emidy's band, the Hobbits, and everyone else we've invited. (hic!) So party on! Now should Albert, with his wonder dog, appear, our number will be joyously filled. But isn't there any other Lister out there who'd like to join the festivities? As we've said, those ley lines allow for a lot of leeway! And for those of you who might be interested, here's a link (whatever that might be) to a short film on the Keeshond. Both of our girls are the darker type, but our 'baby" looked just like the puppies shown here - and she has a MUCH finer tail that those shown. http://videos.howstuffworks.com/animal-planet/43340-dogs-101-keeshond-video.htm JOY FOREVER ! Julianna and the Girls ---------------------------------------- > Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2012 03:43:50 +0000 > From: olifant@optushome.com.au > To: cornish@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [CORNISH] Party 2012 imprisoned! > > My goodness .... everyone is in the fine finery .... and I, like a true > Cornish agricultural labourer am barefooted - a true Hobbit with my > hairy toes and soles. > > As for outer garments (being too poor to afford inner ones), I think I > am in well patch potato sack :-) > > None the less, I am looking forward to some foot stomping dancing with > the ladies > (I am beginning to wish I had come as Mr Darcy ...) > > I better go for a walk outside and let the rain wash away my grime > before I present myself to the Governor and his wife ! > > Ed >