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10 July
2009
| "The I Do's of
March"
by M. Mitchell Marmel & E.O. Costello © 2007-9 by M. Mitchell Marmel and E.O. Costello Willow Fawnsworthy, Reggie Buckhorn, Franklin Stagg, Orrin Brush, Leslie duCleds, Kara Karoksdottir, Charles Foster Crane, Inocenta du Cleds (nee de Ciervos), Carlos de Ciervos, Senora de Ciervos © Eric Costello Rosie Baumgartner, © M. Mitchell Marmel Marryin’ Sam and Lulubelle Mae Brunswick © E.O Costello and M. Mitchell Marmel Brenda and Covina Johnson © Walter D. Reimer Part Three
Don Carlos: Pouf! It is the great tradition, so Dona de Ciervos tell, that the padre de la bride pay for everything. Dona de Ciervos surely think her mate is made of the money. Pouf! The head of Don Carlos, it reels at the sight of the account books. Surely this make of the nuptial, it should not cost more than Great War. My dear daughter’s trousseau . . . How any fur use up so much in the way of the silkie and the lace in one year? You expect the Leslie-pu...my son in law to rip it and destroy it? ... No answer, please! It is bueno that Senor duCleds has said to me that I need not give a dowry to go along with my darling Inocenta. Everything in the consideration, it is right and proper. And to take his new bride away to his home – that is right and proper. But what is this Delahare, and where? I no can find this on map. Let Carlos find the atlas. Ah, here it is. Or no. Where is glass of the magnify? It is so small! What kind place is my darling sweet Inocenta being taken to? This place has two counties at high tide, and is having three at the low! Pouf! Back to the wedding plan; Dona de Ciervos will be the anger at me for the, how-you-say, lazing off. Now, my son in law says that Senor Buckhorn will be his best man . . . that is right and proper. But he will no have the usherers, as he is not at home. That is right and proper as well. My sweet Inocenta will have the bridesmaids; the Baumgartner and the Fawnsworthy. They will be the fine supporters for my darling daughter. I, Don Carlos, shall set aside the account books and go to see the Padre Merino. Ho! The knockie-knock at the door! It would not be the Dona; she is with Inocenta, looking after the looking for the wedding gown. I go to see. “Buenas dias.” Before me there stand the tall whitetail buck, but is no the Senor Buckhorn. This gentleman, he have the strong chin, the look intense, and the mustaches. He is dressed well, with a portfolio in his paw. “Excuse me, but are you Don Carlos de Ciervos?” he ask. I allow that it is I he has the honor of converse with, and invite him inside. “My name is Philo Fawnsworthy, sir,” the buck say in the tone respectful. “I was told to contact you in regard to establishing a small orchestra here in the Spontoons.” So! I have the some experience in these matters, being the patron of arts in my native España. “And who has sent you to me, Senor Fawnsworthy?” The buck, he open his case. “I have letters of introduction from Maestro Aurochs in Madrid, as well as several others.” He give me the letter. Ah, I must wipe away the tear, unmanly as it seem. Many are the night I, Don Carlos de Ciervos, spent listening to the sweet music of the Orquesta Sinfonia de Madrid! I read the letter, and it is surely the paw of my great friend Maestro Ferdinand Aurochs, extolling the virtues of this Fawnsworthy in the area of the radio. “For what do you want this orchestra, Senor Fawnsworthy?” “Sir, I’ve been given a contract by Charles Crane – “ I know of this Crane. He own the Mirror, scandalous newspaper that spread the gossip like so much compost. “ – to help him in setting up a radio station here in the islands to compete with the local setup. According to the information he gave me, success could prove mutually profitable.” Hmm. If profit enough, maybe there will be something left after this – gah-pouf! – wedding. At least enough to buy the sandwich afterwards. “I will speak to Senor Crane. Muchas gracias, Senor Fawnsworthy.” The buck he go to the door. “Tell me,” I ask, “are you any the relation to Willow Fawnsworthy?” Senor Fawnsworthy pause and his brows go down in thought. “No, I don’t think so. You mean to say there’s another Fawnsworthy here? It’s a rather unique name.” “Si, si. Her name is the Willow Fawnsworthy. She is the American, but her accent is not yours.” “Hmm! Well, my family moved out West many years ago. There might be a few still living out Gnu York way or so. Fancy that – she might even be a long-lost cousin.” He smile, and we shake the paws politely. “Thank you very much, Senor de Ciervos.” next |