Bluebonnets For Gargoyles
Excerpt from 2nd edition eBook
Chapter 4
The High-Tech Cookie Business
Sweetie Mae Hornswoggle had an
ambitious streak that had caught Lucy Furr’s attention several centuries
earlier, when she scrutinized Sweetie Mae’s résumé for the position that
Sweetie now held in Lucy Furr Enterprises. Sweetie Mae was a shrewd shrew. Just
thinking those two words together had given Lucy Furr a tremendous brain cramp.
When she tried to say them together in that order, she almost bit her tongue
off. And because she tried to do it within earshot of a police officer, she had
to walk the line and perform a sobriety test. Lucy Furr sometimes thought that
she didn’t need a holding tank. She sometimes felt like letting all those lost
lambs loose on the blue planet in polite society. That would fix their sinful
little posteriors. But Lucy Furr had more pressing issues on her mind—her
state-of-the-art cookie business.
Cookie company technology had
come a long way in five hundred years. It wasn’t just a matter of having a good
product anymore. The cookies needed to be marketed to promote their appeal to a
wide audience, most of them humans. This
involved packaging the product and advertising. Yelling your head off at the
street corner didn’t cut it anymore. Then there were logistics. How do you get
the cookies from the factory to the consumer? The time-tried ox cart was no
longer an efficient means of transportation.
Current transportation consisted
of planes, trains, ships, or trucks. There was also the question of how the
consumer was supposed to get his order to the factory. It was all so complicated.
That’s why Lucy Furr relied on Sweetie Mae Hornswoggle. Let her figure it all
out. Sweetie Mae was hired help, and Lucy Furr was, well, Lucy Furr.
While all the other gargoyles
were out having a great time, living it up every night, Sweetie Mae had to
crunch the numbers, which gave her a tremendous appetite. Out of unmitigated
goodness, Delta Doolittle brought her plates of ladyfingers to munch on to help
with the thinking process, after Delta had finished the main course. She had
disposed of any incriminating evidence, such as a purse, broach, ring, or
earrings. [ . . .]
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Darian Land 2012 All Rights Reserved
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Mary Fleming-Leslie had this to say about Darian Land on Facebook: "While sitting in the courthouse waiting to find out if I would serve on a jury I began reading Bluebonnets for Gargoyles by Darian Land. I'm too many years away from college English classes to be sure if the book is a farce or a satire but it's a great read. I'm intrigued and anxious to find out to what end Mr. Land will take this weird tale.
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