I am happy to share with you a drawing for Part 2 of Jason’s story! His creative daughter was kind enough to draw this picture of Betsy for us. If you missed Part 1 of Jason’s story, his continuation from my Anna/Tanya saga, here is the link A Fun Surprise! Enjoy the exciting conclusion. Fair warning : If puns make you “smack your head”, be prepared, but you will find this entertaining! It also may bring back to your memory the name of a really old Tv show!
Betsy’s Tail Continued…
Twilight fades as the sun appears on the horizon across the bay. Betsy rowed the boat, weighed down with precious treasure into a cove near the quaint village of Borden. She hid the boat and treasure chest among the reeds where no one could see and hoofed it into town. She must find someone to hire that could transport her and her treasure chest back to the farm before farmer Luke became suspicious. And this someone needed to be able keep their mouth shut. She also knew that Luke’s cousin Patrick lived in Borden and she needed to avoid his notice. Fortunately, Betsy had found some clothing to disguise herself back in Tanya’s old cottage. Oddly though it was all men’s clothing. Tanya must have led quite a wild life out there on that island.
She slipped into a seedy diner down by the docks and sat down for breakfast. “What’ll it be, miss..ster?” said the bartender.
“Coffee.” Betsy nearly mooed. She had been up all night and needed the caffeine.
“Would you like cream and sugar with that?”
Betsy snarled and jerked her head so hard that her bell nearly rang out, “Do I look like the kind of cow, er, man that wants cream and sugar?!? Hot, black coffee. As strong and bitter as you have. And bring me a large plate of sorghum too.”
“Right away, m’am, sir.” The waiter said and hurried off to the kitchen.
Betsy began to get the eerie feeling that she was being watched. She felt it in all four of her stomachs, but that could just be lingering pain from the pork chops and cold cuts that she got in her struggle with Portia. The pig was a worthy opponent, but Betsy had gotten the upper hoof when she hind-shanked Portia in her jowl and layed her out flat. All she had needed was an apple in her mouth to complete the picture.
Betsy turned to see if anyone was watching her. For an instant she swore she saw a goose, but the stranger quickly lifted a newspaper in front of their face. Betsy turned around and thought about it. It would be really strange for a goose to be this far north this late in the year. She looked again but saw that it was just a thin pale man with glasses and a mustache. She shook her head.
As she finished her breakfast, she noticed a crusty old fisherman enter the joint. She decided that she’d prod the fisherman to see if could hook her up with transportation.
When asked, the fisherman said “Aye, come with me. I know just the fellow.” She followed the fisherman down the street.
Lou C. Goose was a failed photographer from down south. He had tried his wing at being a portrait photographer for children as he noticed that the humans always wanted photos of their little personlings or whatever they called them. But, Lou had the annoying habit of uncontrollably honking loudly whenever he pressed the shutter release. Turns out people wanted pictures of their little ones smiling, rather than startled with eyes wide and mount agape.
So, he pawned off all his camera equipment and flew north to find the gold of the heart shaped cave. He arrived late last evening to see a cow coming ashore on an island dragging a treasure chest that he assumed must be the secret gold. He tried to stay on the cow’s tail but lost her in the dark.
Lou figured the cow must come to town in the morning and he would pick up her trail there. Sure enough the next morning, he saw what looked like a cow in human clothing walking into town. Most people wouldn’t take notice of such a thing, but the horns were a dead giveaway. Lou followed her into a low rent sort of diner and took a seat at a table to her hindquarters to keep an eye on her.
The cow suddenly turned to look Lou’s way. Quickly he grabbed his newspaper and pulled it in front of his face. He hoped she hadn’t seen him. He then put on a pair of glasses and a fake mustache to disguise himself. Hopefully, he would look just like one of the local nitwits now, as long as he didn’t start honking.
The cow left the diner with a fisherman and headed down the street. Lou followed them carefully.
When they got to a feed store, the fisherman told Betsy “Now you go around back. There is usually a wildebeest back there getting supplies this time of day. For a few bucks he’ll do just about anything.”
Betsy went around back and sure enough, there was a wildebeest loading his truck.
“Ah, hello Mr. Wildebeest…” Betsy said
“That’s Gnu.” said the fellow.
“What’s new?” asked Betsy.
“No, not new, Gnu. G – N – U. I’m a Gnu, not a wildebeest. The name Gnippy Gnu” He pronounced it Guh-nippy as the G in Gnippy is not silent like it is in Gnu “and I’m the Mayor of Borden.”
“I didn’t know Borden had gnu mayor.” Betsy said.
“Nah, not new, I’ve been mayor for 6 years.” said Gnippy.
“That’s not… never mind.” Betsy said “this conversation is beginning to remind me of a baseball team that I once heard about.”
“I not much of a sports fan.” said Gnu. “all those lions and tigers and bears scare the hell out of me.”
“I see.” said Betsy “I was told that I could hire you to transport me and my cargo somewhere and that you could keep your mouth shut.”
“Ah, you have been well informed, young man, for the right price I’ll haul you where you need to go in my truck and forget I ever saw you. For to tell you the truth, wildebeest’s have very poor memory.”
“I thought you were a gnu.” said Betsy.
“A new what?” ask Gnippy.
Not this again. “Never mind” said Betsy. “Can you meet me at the reedy cove just west of town around sunset?” Betsy asked. “I’ll be there with my cargo. I’ll tell you where we’re going when you get there.”
“Aye, that’ll cost you about 50 dollars.” said Gnippy.
“I’ll be paying you in gold.” Betsy said as the gnu’s eyes lit up.
Just then Betsy saw someone out of the corner of her eye and jumped behind some boxes, cowering just out of sight. When the man was gone, Gnippy asked her what she was so afraid of.
“I thought I saw a man name Patrick. I must avoid him at all costs.” Betsy said.
“That wasn’t Patrick, t’was his cousin Beaux. I think his last name is Vine.” said Gnippy.
Betsy resisted the urge to smack her head. “Look, don’t be coy with me” she said “Beaux may be a good ol’ boy, but I need to avoid Patrick, and his cousins Beaux and Luke or I could be in real hazzard. I could wind up pushing up daisies. And I don’t have time to duke it out with any of them.”
It was Gnippy’s turn to look confused. “Look, Mr. Bull, I will be at the cove at sunset. You be there with the gold and I’ll take you where you need to go.”
Betsy left the alley but did not notice a thin, pale mustached figure having a gander at her. Lou had overheard the entire exchange.
That evening Betsy waited at the appointed time and herd the gnu’s truck coming down the dirt road. When he arrived, she explained how to get to Luke’s farm and gave him half the gold in advance with the promise of more when they arrived at the farm. Betsy trotted around and jumped in the back of the truck and set on her rump for the ride through the evening.
She hoped to sneak into the barn and hide the gold while Luke was distracted with his female companion. She didn’t know what men found so appealing in their females with their udders so high upon their chests. People are just weird, she thought.
They arrived uneventfully at the farm. Betsy paid Gnippy his remaining gold and sent him on his way. She made it into the barn, found a hiding place for the gold and then set about coming up with a story to explain the absence of Portia and that chicken, what was his name. She thought she heard a honking sound, but figured it must be old Gnippy Gnu driving away.
The End
At first I thought I was reading a work of Shakespeare.
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LOL! Yes, I could see how one could easily get confused! 😂
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Your daughter’s drawing is awesome!
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Thanks for the warning, Carolyn. I indeed caught myself smacking my head a few times while reading this. A few more smacks and I’d have brain damage.
The artwork reminds me of Micowangelo. And the literary value of the story rivals that of Franz Kowfka or Oscow Wilde.
However, I must point out one confusing detail. How did Gnippy Gnu drive his truck from an island to the mainland, in order to reach Luke’s farm? Was his vehicle some sort of gnu invention, such as an amphibious pickup truck? Or did he just wait until the tide was out?
Also, I suspect there’s more to this story. I think we need a Part 3.
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Haha about the “warning” , Mr.Gnippy, wasn’t really meant for you, though with as unfamiliar as you are with puns….it was probably good I warned you. Would feel soooo guilty if I caused too much “smacking of your head!”
Hmmm….good question for Jason! And yes I agree that there may need to be a Part 3, Jason better get to thinking, after all, this is his story!
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By the time Jason is finished, we’re going to know all we ever wanted to know about cows.
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OH gosh! What did you do by asking for a 3rd part??
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Sorry. I didn’t know there was so much at steak here.
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Sooo funnny!
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I thought that the hamlet of Borden was on the coast and Tanya’s cottage was on the island. That’s why she had to row, row, row her boat to town.
As to a part 3, I thought I wrapped it up neatly. So, don’t feel down about the outcome.
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But wasn’t it you that told me this story never ends??? You did end it well, but you left Gnippy lurking about and you know what a character he is! Who knows what trouble he might stir up!! Curious minds want to know!
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I figure he just went back home to his wife, Ava.
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But what about Lou, he heard the whole conversation, don’t you think he wants to try and get some gold for himself?
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I knew people would flock to that point and grouse about leaving that open ended. I guess I have to figure out what becomes of Lou.
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Shaking my head….BUT yes, you know how you can’t leave things open ended, not with these readers! 🙂
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OK, I have just about sorted out Lou’s fate. I will email you something to post or print out and line your bird cage with.
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Haha! I have no bird, so I will post it! See I have such confidence in it that I am agreeing to post it before I even see it!
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And I thought Bordon was on the island. And isn’t the island named “Lizzie”?
No, no, we’re not going to let you duck out of this. There’s a goose on the loose, and Betsey’s going to get bit as soon as she turns her back. So we’re flocking to this blog to see how things turn out.
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NO, the name of the island is NOT Lizzie!
Oh gosh, why am I beginning to feel that this may be a pun conspiracy on my blog!
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We’re not much different from you, you know. While you speak Pennsylvanian, we’re speaking Punnsylvanian.
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That was a mic drop pun.
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Poor Mike. I hope he wasn’t hurt.
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Where is that …smacking head…. emoji again!
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Right here: ✋😶.
Must I do everything for you?
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Definitely need a Part III!
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You all are going to make Jason work, that will be good for him! 🙂
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We made you work a lot these past couple of months … now it’s time for Jason to get a taste of his own!
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I like your way of thinking my friend! 😄
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Oh my, what about the goose…did he steel the treasure?🤔🤣
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Who knows!! But Jason will tell us! 🙂
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I guess I have to come up with a conclusion. This time I must not leave any Lou’s ends. Eh.. sorry.
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Yes, and be sure its a conclusion, before puns take over my blog! 😛
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OK, here’s the opening line…
Once up pun a time, ….
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Ooooh …. …mmm…!! You are kidding right? 🙂
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Kid, now I have to put a goat in this story?
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Shaking my head! Quick, write the story!
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OK, but take a sip of coffee before you read it so you can spit it out when you read the hilarious puns.
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Haha!! I know better thsn to drink anything when reading things from you and some others , who shall remain nameless!
So will be Betsy be drinking more black, BITTER, coffee in this story? Poor Betsy!
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She doesn’t have time for that.
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Oh gosh! She must be busy if no time for coffee! I will read it soon.
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You were right, she didn’t have time for coffee. You do have one creative mind. 🙂
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For sure! 😊 and the drawing is adorable! 😁❤️
Off topic question as I’m forming a story that’s been brewing in my mind for a week, what are your three favorite “tropical animals”?
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How about a macaque?
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That could work..these animals have no idea what sort of new species they are about to become! 😇
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It could be scary Jenna!!
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Lol well Mrs. Claus is traveling abroad to a recently discovered island with very exotic and unusual animals if it were. 😇
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Any cows in this story?
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Lol…nope no cost 😂
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I remember seeing a lot of macaques in the trees when I was hiking in Malaysia on a business trip so that is the first tropic animal I thought of.
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Works for me… I keep thinking of flamingos
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Ahh! Yes flamingoes are cool too!
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Yes, it is a great drawing!
My 3 favorite tropical animals. Hmmm….Love monkeys, colorful parrots and dolphins. 🙂
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🤔 And let the creative ideas begin…lol 😉
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I wonder if the goose thinks the treasure chest may hold her long lost golden egg…
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Haha! .Good question, perhaps Jason will answer it in his Part 3. 🙂
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Who’s on first? I have to admit that I so thoroughly enjoyed the puns that I did not smack my head a single time. I loved the artwork! And loved the story. You and Jason both have a way with spinning a yarn, and I almost actually laughed at several points! Thank you both, Carolyn and Jason … great story! But … Jim gets an entire town named after him, Tippy gets to be the mayor, and my poor little shop got swallowed up weeks ago, never to be mentioned again. Hardly seems fair, does it?
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Oh dear, you do make a good point about Jim and Tippy and your poor fabric shop gets no mention. How dare Jason leave you out? 😄
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🤣🤣 Well, I guess in fairness, I’m not around as much as they are …
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That was cool and the drawing was amazing.
Heading for the next link…
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I knew you would like it! And yes , great artwork! She needs to keep drawing! 🙂
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I really love your narration. The way you describes the details makes it easy to “see” everything. The name though 😂 based on Tippy and Jim?
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