Fully on the Spot (cont'd)
by Gonzo of Dubai
With that
army gone, and the next one defeated by
a counter-counter feint on horseback, and one or two other of the steppe armies
driven to retreat with one simple trick or another, H the Poopfingerer ruled
victorious and unchallenged in his riding for many years. It was to that king
that Jürge traces his roots. Hujürgon's grandmother, Mayvuld, begat Benjo
(inventor of the banjo, of which more later, possibly), Benjo, through his
minstracy's odd employments and misadventures, begat on Slabvejeca one named
after his mother's beekeeper, Mintoj the Lucky, Mintoj begat Bigot, Bigot sired
Smeeval, Smeeval engendered Brainy the Dull, and Brainy the Dull, producing no
children till his eighty-fourth year, finally sowed Freytja with Brian the
Hummer.
And so on until Jürge. Jürge and Manuella
decided, since it looked as if they would be childless, to leave their home and
start fresh somewhere else. Maybe a change of scenery would make Many fertile.
And so it happened. When they had been in Pennsylvania for no more than a few
months, and with almost nothing to have been done in the sewage hold of the
cotton freighter that bore them over the Atlantic other than make love, she
started showing and grew and grew until a child of huge proportions dropped
from her, him bawling for beer in a language reminiscent of Old English with
ancient Saxon thrown in, and her screaming for someone to put her out of her
misery.
"Giept
mir bitte ein biere," he roared. And Jürge did just that.
Now, a copy of Boccacio's The Consolation of Philosophy lay at the
infant's bedside and it was the first book Jürge could lay hands on. Jürge wrote in it, "Born
this day to Jürge and Manuella Mulrooney a healthy son, praise God, who
speaks already from his first minute out of the womb, calling for stimulants, a
son whom we shall christen Tommy Douglas Mulrooney." Many years later this child's namesake
founded a political party that still has some viability and even a modicum of
vitality in Canada to this very day.
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