January  27,  2004 (again!)

         More about frangible.  On a much lighter note.  i'm looking outside our office/hang-out-room/studio room (at home and how do we manage to spend so much time in such a small room?) and i can barely see because of the blowing snow.  Blech.  But mother nature sure has a way of showing how frangible we humans can be - just try going out in that mess!

      So i'm supposed to be working from home.  The company conveniently supplies me with a computer to do so.  But i just can't twist my head around it right now.  It might have something to do with the fact that i'm surrounded by oil paints and canvasses all crying out "paint me! paint me!"  And the fact that the cats are sleeping nearby and there's lovely classical music on the radio.  In a perfect world, Himself would be at home, all snuggled under His favourite comforter, a good book in hand.  Or a cane.  Heh.

      But it's not a perfect world, so instead i shall continue with the story from the book, "The Whippingham Papers."

(Scene 1 here)

Scene 2

(Schoolroom)

Mrs. Birch - Well, young ladies, our time of study is now up.  School is over.  You may now go and play.

Omnes - thank you, ma'am, thank you.

Mrs. Birch - But be careful that you do not make too much noise, and as I am obliged to go out, I hope you will conduct yourselves remarkably well in my absence. Good morning ladies.

(Exit Mrs. Birch)

Sundry Voices - Well, what shall we play at.  'Hunt the slipper' - No, 'Blind Nanny'.  I don't like 'Blind Nanny'.  I say let us play at 'Birds and Beasts'.  Oh, no! that is a stupid game!

Miss Latecome - I'll tell you what!

(Enter Sally)

Sally - I think Miss Latecome had better play at 'Showing Her Marks'.  She has a few - and pretty red ones they are, too.  I saw them.  How nicely she danced and sang over her bumbrushing this morning.

Miss Latecome - I say, girls, here is a pretty go!  She has been peeping; let us pay her off. What say you? You know mistress is out.

Omnes - With all our hearts.

Miss Switchem - Catch hold of her girls, and down with her across the desk.

Sally - Young ladies, what are you about?  What is all this rudeness for?  Why, you are pulling me across the desk, for shame.  What are you going to do?

Miss Switchem - Going to pay you off for peeping - that is all.  We shall now see your marks - for marks you shall have - you shall have as sound a licked bottom as any of us ever had, for your 'Paul Pry' tricks.

Sally - Why, surely ladies you don't mean - Oh, goodness, what are they about.  They are taking up my clothes.  I declare they have got them quite up.  Sure as can be they mean to whip me.  What shall I do?  Oh, young ladies, for shame.  Oh, dear, my bottom is completely naked before them all; and here comes the rod too.  Oh, that I should have lived twenty-five years and have escaped the rod to get whipped at last by a parcel of girls.  But, oh! mercy! the rod comes down; goodness, how it smarts.  Oh, heavens! Oh, dear! Oh, pray, pray don't.  Oh, oh, what shall I do?  Oh, ladies, do forgive me.  I shall never peep again.  Oh, dear, I can't bear it any more, indeed I can't.  It hurts me so dreadfully, it does indeed.  Oh! pray, pray don't.  Oh! mercy, mercy.  Oh, my bottom; what will become of me, ladies?  Oh, ladies, for mercy's sake release me - there, thank you. I won't peep again, ladies.

Miss Latecome - Now, Mrs. Sally, we have seen your marks, and I venture to say that your bottom is wealed to the full as well as mine.

Miss Switchem - Quite as well.  But mind, Mrs. Sally, not one word to the Mistress, take notice, or you shall have a worse flogging than this.

Sally - Oh, I am dumb, you may depend upon me.  I shall not want to exhibit my naked bottom before a schoolroom of young ladies any more.

Omnes - Ha, ha, ha.

Miss Switchem - Well, Miss Latecome, you peppered her in good style.  She will not soon forget the way you laid it into her.  Come now, let us go out to the playground.

Omnes - Come along.

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