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Tzimmes Cracked Corn (And I Don’t Care)
A Spontoon Island story
© 2022 Walter Reimer
(Characters courtesy of M. Mitch Marmel, J.T. Urie and E.O. Costello. Thanks!)
Thumbnail art by
Warren
33.
Sunday October 2, 1938
Rosie:
We idled away the evening after supper, and went to bed.
After that? None of your business, Buster.
You’ve heard expressions such as “like a nervous bride,” but I wasn’t nervous. The stresses of the last couple days had exhausted me, and that took care of the nervousness pretty damned quick.
I woke up snuggled up against my buck to the alarm clock ringing. Why the alarm clock? Simple; we had places to go and things to do and people to see, and not much time before the service started at noon. I reached out, flailed around for a moment, and finally found and shut off the alarm.
Then I opened my eyes, and Franneleh was awake, and looking at me, and smiling.
I could get used to that smile.
For all the days of my life.
“Good morning, Miss Baumgartner,” he said quietly, and we kissed.
Hee! “Good morning, Inspector Stagg,” I giggled.
After a few minutes we got out of bed. Eventually. I went downstairs and got the coffee started in the big urn, and started making a light breakfast. Nothing that could give either of us the agita, and I brought the tray upstairs as Franklin came out of the bathroom, toweling off.
I teased, “Did you leave any hot water for me?”
He chuckled. “Of course.” He started to get dressed, and I stepped into the bathroom.
When I came out, he was in a suit suitable for getting to the church on time. The suit he was planning on wearing was hanging up in a garment bag, waiting to travel with him. My dress was also in a bag, waiting for the same moment. I made sure I was where he could see me as I got dressed, and take it from a burlesque dancer, boys and girls – you can be just as titillating putting clothes on as you can taking them off.
Franneleh was very appreciative of the show, and clapped his paws as I sat down facing him and we tucked into breakfast.
Round about ten o’clock we heard someone knocking on the outside door, and I got up to answer it. I had a suspicion who it was.
Sure enough, there was Toni, grinning at me. “Hiya, Spots.”
“Hiya, Stripes,” I said, and we hugged briefly.
“Hi, Inspector,” my tigress chum said as I let her in.
“Mrs. du Cleds,” Franklin said. “I take it you are here for Rosie?”
Toni grinned. “Sure am! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you see her again,” and she winked at him as I went to get the garment bag containing my wedding dress. “I saw the Sarge and the other boys headed this way, Inspector, so you might want to get ready.”
“I suppose I should. I’ll see you at the church, Rosie.”
“See you there, Franneleh.”
***
Stagg:
It was a few minutes after Rosie and Mrs. du Cleds left before there was another knock on the door. I stood, cane in paw, and headed for the door. “Sergeant – Orrin.”
“’Lo, Inspector,” my sergeant and right paw said, looking a little ill at ease in his best suit. “You about ready?”
I nodded and got to my hooves, cane in paw. “How is the weather?”
“It’s good, Sir.”
“Excellent. Let’s go.” Orrin insisted on shouldering the suit carrier.
It was good weather for a walk, and Saint Anthony’s wasn’t very far away. The rest of my supporters were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and I shook paws with them all before we set off.
The youngest member of our group, however, caught my eye. “Are you all right, Ranua?”
The Spontoonie terrier was sporting a bandage on his right ear, and his left eye appeared slightly swollen. “I’m fine, Inspector.”
“What happened after you got back to the base?” Chief Sapper asked.
“Heh, well, when the Syndic stopped laughing she fined us each twenty dollars,” the young ensign said, “and I went home. Miri just patched me up, put me to bed,” and here his ears dipped, “and she told me that I wasn’t allowed to attend a bachelor party ever again.”
Allan and Sergeant Brush got a good laugh from that, and Chief Sapper asked, “Why?”
Ranua sighed. “I’ve been in jail twice now, for either attending a bachelor party or responding to deal with one.” More laughter, and this time he managed to chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
Although the weather was quite pleasant, it was going to be a hot afternoon by the time we reached the church. Almost an hour to go.
***
Athena:
“Wow,” I said, “it’s really filling up out there.” I was peeking out at the church as more and more furs came in. Jacob was already there, along with an elderly deer couple. The buck was wearing what looked like a white cape over his suit. I could see that newspaper guy Crane and his girlfriend there as well.
The bride’s side of the aisle had a lot of femmes in it, some of them I recognized from the party the other night. Inspector Stagg’s side had a lot of officers from the Constabulary, all in white uniforms.
I couldn’t help chuckling. It looked like a Good Rumor Man convention.
“Is it?” Kara asked, craning her neck. I scooched over so she could see. “Heh, yeah, nice house.” Our ears perked at a smack and a muffled exclamation from Rosie.
“Hey! That smarts!”
Toni said, “Hold still, then. I swear, Spots, you’re shaking more’n that torso-tosser in Poughkeepsie!”
“Heh. Yeah, she was a lively one,” the bride said, and things quieted down as Toni and Vicky finished getting Rosie ready.
I stepped back from the slightly open door as the door on the opposite side of the church opened, and Inspector Stagg came out, followed by Sergeant Brush, Mr. Minkerton, Ensign Milikonu (poor dear, one of his ears was sporting a bandage) and Chief Sapper. They all marched up to the altar, where Father Merino was waiting, and the Inspector stood where the ram pointed. The two of them had a short conversation I couldn’t hear, and Father Merino made the cross over the Inspector, who crossed himself and stood waiting, leaning on his cane.
I turned when Vicky tapped me on my shoulder. “We’re ready to go, Athena.”
“Okay.” We were going to go out a side door to the church’s foyer, and wait for the door to open.
When we got there, Mr. du Cleds was waiting. “Rosie, you look magnificent.”
“Thanks, Pierre. What are you doing here?”
He glanced at Toni, who grinned. “You can’t walk down the aisle by yourself, kid.” The cheetah and the tigress hugged, and we all took our positions.
***
Stagg:
I sensed Charles Foster Crane’s fine feathered paw in this, as I saw LYRC’s Music Director, Don Juan de Ciervos, get to his hooves and nod. He was wearing the cloak of a Knight of Saint James, as befitted a Grandee of Spain.
His nod was the signal for a string quartet in one corner to begin playing something quiet and contemplative; Mozart, I think, and I found my thoughts drifting slightly.
Thinking of how lucky I was, primarily.
Several minutes passed, and the quartet ended the piece of music.
There was a pause, and one of the violinists played what could be described as a fanfare as the doors to the church opened, and then the quartet began to play the traditional march by Mendelssohn.
The crowd rose, and I found my heart rather unaccountably hammering in my chest. Bear up, Franklin, you’ve done this before.
The Matron of Honor led the bridesmaids out, and . . .
Oh, my.
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A Spontoon Island story
© 2022 Walter Reimer
(Characters courtesy of M. Mitch Marmel, J.T. Urie and E.O. Costello. Thanks!)
Thumbnail art by
Warren33.
Sunday October 2, 1938
Rosie:
We idled away the evening after supper, and went to bed.
After that? None of your business, Buster.
You’ve heard expressions such as “like a nervous bride,” but I wasn’t nervous. The stresses of the last couple days had exhausted me, and that took care of the nervousness pretty damned quick.
I woke up snuggled up against my buck to the alarm clock ringing. Why the alarm clock? Simple; we had places to go and things to do and people to see, and not much time before the service started at noon. I reached out, flailed around for a moment, and finally found and shut off the alarm.
Then I opened my eyes, and Franneleh was awake, and looking at me, and smiling.
I could get used to that smile.
For all the days of my life.
“Good morning, Miss Baumgartner,” he said quietly, and we kissed.
Hee! “Good morning, Inspector Stagg,” I giggled.
After a few minutes we got out of bed. Eventually. I went downstairs and got the coffee started in the big urn, and started making a light breakfast. Nothing that could give either of us the agita, and I brought the tray upstairs as Franklin came out of the bathroom, toweling off.
I teased, “Did you leave any hot water for me?”
He chuckled. “Of course.” He started to get dressed, and I stepped into the bathroom.
When I came out, he was in a suit suitable for getting to the church on time. The suit he was planning on wearing was hanging up in a garment bag, waiting to travel with him. My dress was also in a bag, waiting for the same moment. I made sure I was where he could see me as I got dressed, and take it from a burlesque dancer, boys and girls – you can be just as titillating putting clothes on as you can taking them off.
Franneleh was very appreciative of the show, and clapped his paws as I sat down facing him and we tucked into breakfast.
Round about ten o’clock we heard someone knocking on the outside door, and I got up to answer it. I had a suspicion who it was.
Sure enough, there was Toni, grinning at me. “Hiya, Spots.”
“Hiya, Stripes,” I said, and we hugged briefly.
“Hi, Inspector,” my tigress chum said as I let her in.
“Mrs. du Cleds,” Franklin said. “I take it you are here for Rosie?”
Toni grinned. “Sure am! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you see her again,” and she winked at him as I went to get the garment bag containing my wedding dress. “I saw the Sarge and the other boys headed this way, Inspector, so you might want to get ready.”
“I suppose I should. I’ll see you at the church, Rosie.”
“See you there, Franneleh.”
***
Stagg:
It was a few minutes after Rosie and Mrs. du Cleds left before there was another knock on the door. I stood, cane in paw, and headed for the door. “Sergeant – Orrin.”
“’Lo, Inspector,” my sergeant and right paw said, looking a little ill at ease in his best suit. “You about ready?”
I nodded and got to my hooves, cane in paw. “How is the weather?”
“It’s good, Sir.”
“Excellent. Let’s go.” Orrin insisted on shouldering the suit carrier.
It was good weather for a walk, and Saint Anthony’s wasn’t very far away. The rest of my supporters were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and I shook paws with them all before we set off.
The youngest member of our group, however, caught my eye. “Are you all right, Ranua?”
The Spontoonie terrier was sporting a bandage on his right ear, and his left eye appeared slightly swollen. “I’m fine, Inspector.”
“What happened after you got back to the base?” Chief Sapper asked.
“Heh, well, when the Syndic stopped laughing she fined us each twenty dollars,” the young ensign said, “and I went home. Miri just patched me up, put me to bed,” and here his ears dipped, “and she told me that I wasn’t allowed to attend a bachelor party ever again.”
Allan and Sergeant Brush got a good laugh from that, and Chief Sapper asked, “Why?”
Ranua sighed. “I’ve been in jail twice now, for either attending a bachelor party or responding to deal with one.” More laughter, and this time he managed to chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
Although the weather was quite pleasant, it was going to be a hot afternoon by the time we reached the church. Almost an hour to go.
***
Athena:
“Wow,” I said, “it’s really filling up out there.” I was peeking out at the church as more and more furs came in. Jacob was already there, along with an elderly deer couple. The buck was wearing what looked like a white cape over his suit. I could see that newspaper guy Crane and his girlfriend there as well.
The bride’s side of the aisle had a lot of femmes in it, some of them I recognized from the party the other night. Inspector Stagg’s side had a lot of officers from the Constabulary, all in white uniforms.
I couldn’t help chuckling. It looked like a Good Rumor Man convention.
“Is it?” Kara asked, craning her neck. I scooched over so she could see. “Heh, yeah, nice house.” Our ears perked at a smack and a muffled exclamation from Rosie.
“Hey! That smarts!”
Toni said, “Hold still, then. I swear, Spots, you’re shaking more’n that torso-tosser in Poughkeepsie!”
“Heh. Yeah, she was a lively one,” the bride said, and things quieted down as Toni and Vicky finished getting Rosie ready.
I stepped back from the slightly open door as the door on the opposite side of the church opened, and Inspector Stagg came out, followed by Sergeant Brush, Mr. Minkerton, Ensign Milikonu (poor dear, one of his ears was sporting a bandage) and Chief Sapper. They all marched up to the altar, where Father Merino was waiting, and the Inspector stood where the ram pointed. The two of them had a short conversation I couldn’t hear, and Father Merino made the cross over the Inspector, who crossed himself and stood waiting, leaning on his cane.
I turned when Vicky tapped me on my shoulder. “We’re ready to go, Athena.”
“Okay.” We were going to go out a side door to the church’s foyer, and wait for the door to open.
When we got there, Mr. du Cleds was waiting. “Rosie, you look magnificent.”
“Thanks, Pierre. What are you doing here?”
He glanced at Toni, who grinned. “You can’t walk down the aisle by yourself, kid.” The cheetah and the tigress hugged, and we all took our positions.
***
Stagg:
I sensed Charles Foster Crane’s fine feathered paw in this, as I saw LYRC’s Music Director, Don Juan de Ciervos, get to his hooves and nod. He was wearing the cloak of a Knight of Saint James, as befitted a Grandee of Spain.
His nod was the signal for a string quartet in one corner to begin playing something quiet and contemplative; Mozart, I think, and I found my thoughts drifting slightly.
Thinking of how lucky I was, primarily.
Several minutes passed, and the quartet ended the piece of music.
There was a pause, and one of the violinists played what could be described as a fanfare as the doors to the church opened, and then the quartet began to play the traditional march by Mendelssohn.
The crowd rose, and I found my heart rather unaccountably hammering in my chest. Bear up, Franklin, you’ve done this before.
The Matron of Honor led the bridesmaids out, and . . .
Oh, my.
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Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Deer
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File Size 207.9 kB
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