The Further Adventures of Lunsford and Charlotta
Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!
Via the son of MMMMmmm, the family has had communication from two adventurers, Lunsford and Charlotta. Though we've never learned their last names, we believe that they are at least an upper class British couple and possibly royalty. They travel constantly and mostly in the eastern world. Their communications are usually quickly scribbled on odd bits of paper and posted by camel or sherpa. Then it is up to the international postal service to find the son of MMMmmmm because Lunsford and Charlotta never seem to have his current address. They pen suggested destinations on the envelop such as "Check Las Vegas" and "Try Montana". Can you believe it, the letters always reach the son of MMMMmmm and without postage! Postal workers are more dedicated than we thought.
When the son of MMMmmmm was visiting last week a letter came from Lunsford and Charlotta. It had been so long since we'd heard from them that the sudden appearance of the single sheet of paper folded into eighths with writing on each single panel and crammed into a tiny envelop with the son's name and "via B. Camel -W-G-H PRIVATE" scrawled on the front and a scull and crossbones warning on the flap, we were very concerned. The son has given me permission to quote the contents as follows:
Dear Friends:
When a fierce pack of black panthers stalked us and then chased us we ran to a river bank. The river was awful but we knew cats don't like water. We jumped in, and were swept away. The gold bullion we carried affected our buoyancy so our struggle was mighty. We were swept by a goat farm where they had cashmeres. Many miles down stream we were caught on a snag and thus reached shore.
The cheese book includes our atlas so, no thanks to you, we do not know where we are, though these rough-looking natives point to the high mts. and say a long word which sounds like Carpathian. We think we're somewhere in the wilds of Utah for these might be skiing mts. And there is a small cafe with a fry-cook who looks familiar. He keeps one hand on his boning knife. He watches us!
The opals are hidden in our shoes which makes walking difficult so we hire natives as partners. They like our gold and insist we pay for everything. The brown camel with the golden hoofs [indecipherable] to take you. We're running out of gold and the natives are getting restless.
Send money--you know where. C & L.
We're very worried as we're prepared to send the requested funds but to where??? The son of Mmmmmm doesn't know where Lunsford and Charlotta are and none of us has the time or wherewithal at this moment to personally search for them. We can only hope that their cunning and luck holds until we hear from them again or the detectives we've put on the case find them.
Mmmmmmmmmmelinda
Via the son of MMMMmmm, the family has had communication from two adventurers, Lunsford and Charlotta. Though we've never learned their last names, we believe that they are at least an upper class British couple and possibly royalty. They travel constantly and mostly in the eastern world. Their communications are usually quickly scribbled on odd bits of paper and posted by camel or sherpa. Then it is up to the international postal service to find the son of MMMmmmm because Lunsford and Charlotta never seem to have his current address. They pen suggested destinations on the envelop such as "Check Las Vegas" and "Try Montana". Can you believe it, the letters always reach the son of MMMMmmm and without postage! Postal workers are more dedicated than we thought.
When the son of MMMmmmm was visiting last week a letter came from Lunsford and Charlotta. It had been so long since we'd heard from them that the sudden appearance of the single sheet of paper folded into eighths with writing on each single panel and crammed into a tiny envelop with the son's name and "via B. Camel -W-G-H PRIVATE" scrawled on the front and a scull and crossbones warning on the flap, we were very concerned. The son has given me permission to quote the contents as follows:
Dear Friends:
When a fierce pack of black panthers stalked us and then chased us we ran to a river bank. The river was awful but we knew cats don't like water. We jumped in, and were swept away. The gold bullion we carried affected our buoyancy so our struggle was mighty. We were swept by a goat farm where they had cashmeres. Many miles down stream we were caught on a snag and thus reached shore.
The cheese book includes our atlas so, no thanks to you, we do not know where we are, though these rough-looking natives point to the high mts. and say a long word which sounds like Carpathian. We think we're somewhere in the wilds of Utah for these might be skiing mts. And there is a small cafe with a fry-cook who looks familiar. He keeps one hand on his boning knife. He watches us!
The opals are hidden in our shoes which makes walking difficult so we hire natives as partners. They like our gold and insist we pay for everything. The brown camel with the golden hoofs [indecipherable] to take you. We're running out of gold and the natives are getting restless.
Send money--you know where. C & L.
We're very worried as we're prepared to send the requested funds but to where??? The son of Mmmmmm doesn't know where Lunsford and Charlotta are and none of us has the time or wherewithal at this moment to personally search for them. We can only hope that their cunning and luck holds until we hear from them again or the detectives we've put on the case find them.
Mmmmmmmmmmelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 8:38 AM
