Well, we’re still in Chapter DXXXI of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney. “The cyclops was held up by other business commitments,” Ms. Crepuscular declares. “:I am not at liberty to disclose them.”
Meanwhile, woolly mammoths, provoked by the June Taylor Dancers, continue to make a shambles of downtown Scurveyshire. (Editor’s note: There is no uptown.) The regular people are holed up in Coldsore Hall.
Johnno the Merry Minstrel thinks he has a solution to the problem. He has decided not to reveal it. Just then–
“Holy moley!” exfoliates Lady Margo Cargo. “The cyclops! He’s coming up Fulonda Hill! We’re all doomed, I tell you! Doomed!”
“Aw, dry up,” repatriates her fiancee, Lord Jeremy Coldsore. “Anyone would think you never saw a cyclops before.”
Meanwhile Willis Twombley, the American adventurer who thinks he’s Sargon of Akkad, continues to take pot shots at the dancers.
“They ruined The Jackie Gleason Show for me, them gol-danged dancers,” he carols.
“Hadn’t we ought to save some ammunition for the cyclops?” Lord Jeremy proposes.
“Nah! Just poke out his eye with a pointed burning stick, and you’ll have him where you want him. Leastways,” Twombley adds, “that’s how we always done it in Akkad.”
Stay tuned for next week’s installment of this breath-taking serial. In the meantime… fret about it!
She’s certainly right about the effect the June Taylor Dancers had on the Jackie Gleason show. I’ll keep that cyclops tip in mind. I’ve never seen one in my yard, but it’s good to think ahead, just in case one shows up. 🙂