BarryG
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Starlett O’Plenty was quite beautiful and as her name suggested, filled the bodice of her new green flowered-muslin dress nicely. It was a warm April afternoon in the north Georgia county of Clayton in 1861 as she sat on the porch of her daddy’s mansion on their estate called Twitcha. Beside her (or more precisely, on both sides of her) were two of her many admirers twins Stump and Bent Charlatan. The twins had just been expelled from their fourth university, The Wright School of Neurology because they asked too many questions and got into a fight with the head master, Old Fogey, and were idling their time with Starlett to avoid going home to the wrath of their mother.
“Whatever is your mother going to say when she finds out about you two?” asked Starlett. “Well, it won’t matter anyway because there is going to be a war, if those yellow-bellied Yankees aren’t too chicken” replied Stump. While Starlett liked the twins and especially the attention that they paid to her she was bored with the talk of war because it was so tedious “Well fiddle-dee-dee, I don’t care about war or secession or any of that blather and if you two don’t stop talking about it I will go into the house and leave you here”
“Oh Starlett, don’t leave us, we’ll talk about the ball at Twelve Tokes tomorrow instead” cried the twins in unison (twins, especially identical twins do that a lot, at least in the movies). “Please say you’ll dance with us and not that boring Paisley Silkes” whined Bent “You know that everyone has been talking about how sweet you are on him, at least since you fell out with that rascal, Tartan Tweed. But Paisley is going to marry his cousin Melancholy Ann Hooligan; he is going to announce it tonight”.
“Stop talking nonsense or I’ll never speak to either of you again and what’s more, I’ll sic my dog Ernest (hint, hint) on you.” At that the twins decided to take their leave of Starlett before she set the small but feisty curly haired dog loose.
That afternoon at a garden party at Twelve Tokes, home of the Silkes, Starlett noticed a tall dark stranger staring at her. “”Why, that man is looking at me like he knew what I look like without my bikini!” she declared to no one in particular. “Who is he” she asked one of her many admirers, Charles “Taz” Hooligan, Melancholy Ann’s brother. “And why do you have that strange accent, always saying things like g’day? What kind of southerner talks like that? “Why that’s Frett Studler, he has a bad reputation as a gambler and womanizer. And as for my accent, well I am a southerner, just not from this south” replied Taz.
“Well I don’t like his greasy hair, it gives me the creeps! And that mustache! Yuck!” With that she went upstairs to join all of the other girls in a snuggle fest disguised as an afternoon nap leaving the men to have brandy, cigars and talk about the price of calico.
“Whatever is your mother going to say when she finds out about you two?” asked Starlett. “Well, it won’t matter anyway because there is going to be a war, if those yellow-bellied Yankees aren’t too chicken” replied Stump. While Starlett liked the twins and especially the attention that they paid to her she was bored with the talk of war because it was so tedious “Well fiddle-dee-dee, I don’t care about war or secession or any of that blather and if you two don’t stop talking about it I will go into the house and leave you here”
“Oh Starlett, don’t leave us, we’ll talk about the ball at Twelve Tokes tomorrow instead” cried the twins in unison (twins, especially identical twins do that a lot, at least in the movies). “Please say you’ll dance with us and not that boring Paisley Silkes” whined Bent “You know that everyone has been talking about how sweet you are on him, at least since you fell out with that rascal, Tartan Tweed. But Paisley is going to marry his cousin Melancholy Ann Hooligan; he is going to announce it tonight”.
“Stop talking nonsense or I’ll never speak to either of you again and what’s more, I’ll sic my dog Ernest (hint, hint) on you.” At that the twins decided to take their leave of Starlett before she set the small but feisty curly haired dog loose.
That afternoon at a garden party at Twelve Tokes, home of the Silkes, Starlett noticed a tall dark stranger staring at her. “”Why, that man is looking at me like he knew what I look like without my bikini!” she declared to no one in particular. “Who is he” she asked one of her many admirers, Charles “Taz” Hooligan, Melancholy Ann’s brother. “And why do you have that strange accent, always saying things like g’day? What kind of southerner talks like that? “Why that’s Frett Studler, he has a bad reputation as a gambler and womanizer. And as for my accent, well I am a southerner, just not from this south” replied Taz.
“Well I don’t like his greasy hair, it gives me the creeps! And that mustache! Yuck!” With that she went upstairs to join all of the other girls in a snuggle fest disguised as an afternoon nap leaving the men to have brandy, cigars and talk about the price of calico.
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