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Very Fawnedly Yours
© 2013 by Walter Reimer
(All characters courtesy of
EOCostello, 
MercMarten and 
Major Matt Mason. Any resemblance between characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead, is too bad for them.)
The setting is Spontoon Island, in the story section Let's Doe It (Let's Fall In Love).
Art by
turnbolt
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Part 64.
Reggie:
I think Nosey’s driving style rubbed off a bit.
I took the turn into the hospital on two wheels.
Well, Nosey’s brother Stig advocated it for making sure the tire wear was even, according to Nosey.
Tires squealed and a huge cloud of smoke rose as I hit the brakes. I swear the car stood on its nose for an instant.
“Be brave, Willow! I’ll get someone out here to help you!”
I leaped out of the car, actually feeling rather good about myself. The Dutiful Husband, and all that.
The nurse matron at the desk was a tall and rather dignified feline, who lost her dignity quickly as I grabbed her and dragged her out into the cold night air. “I’m Reggie Willow, and my wife Baby’s having a Buckhorn!”
She goggled at me, then smiled. She’d apparently encountered flustered fathers before.
“Yes, Sir. We got a phone call from your man Lodge.”
“You did? Of course you did! A prince among butlers, my man Lodge. She’s in the back seat.”
The matron opened the door and leaned in.
She straightened up.
“Is this some kind of joke?”
“Joke? Joke! Blast it, there’s no time for jokes! My wife’s having a baby!”
The matron gave me a severe look. “Sir, if HE’S having a baby, you had best contact Mr. Ripley, not a hospital.”
He?
I looked in.
The blanket had slipped down, and there . . .
Was the Sire, asleep.
He actually looked quite peaceful, I was forced to admit.
“Oh, dear.”
***
Gwladys:
We met Reggie on the road to Chipping Buncombe.
“Met” is, of course, a euphemism for “Damned near ran us off the road and into a hedge.”
At any other time, I would have declared an impromptu picnic. The hedge looked tasty.
Not now.
“Mother!” Reggie shouted as he fought open the driver’s door of his car. “Willow – Father – the, the – “
I raised a finger and gave him a very stern glare, and he closed his muzzle so fast I think he might have chipped a tooth. “YOUR wife and the MOTHER of YOUR fawn is in the back seat. Did you forget her?”
“No, blast it all! There was someone in the car!”
“Oh?”
“Look for yourself, Mummy.”
I looked.
I almost started laughing, the kind of laugh I haven’t given voice to in thirty years.
Joss was wrapped up in a blanket, dozing peacefully in the back seat.
“Aw,” I said. “Looks like a fawn.”
“Well, yes, rather – “
***
Willow:
It was a bit difficult to follow what happened next.
I was otherwise occupied, you see.
For those guys wondering what I was going through, I recommend contracting either kidney stones or gout.
Yeah, like that.
Anyway, it seemed that Josslyn had gotten a bit drunk, had wandered out of the house and somehow ended up in the back of the Crossley.
In other circumstances, I would have considered it funny.
So what happened next was an odd pas de quatre involving me, Reggie, Gwladys and Josslyn.
Everyone was situated, and Reggie roared off to the hospital, again.
Leaving me sitting in the back seat of the Crossley, quite alone.
Another contraction hit at the same time I started to swear, and I screamed my frustration to the heavens.
(Grace?)
(Yes, Willow?)
(Hang on a bit longer, Twin.)
(What? Oh.)
(Yeah.)
I managed to get out of the back seat of the Crossley and behind the wheel.
Of course.
Reggie had taken the keys with him.
Nothing else to do, then.
Note to you girls out there: Trying to hot-wire a car while pregnant – and in labor – is NOT fun.
***
Reggie:
Again, I roared to a stop at the hospital and ran in.
“My wife’s having a fawn!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
The same matron I’d encountered hove into view, and I grabbed her by the wrist.
This time, she stood her ground. “Mr. Buckhorn?”
“What?”
“Do you have your wife in the car this time?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
She headed out to the car with me, and I opened the back door.
The matron poked her head in. “Hello, Ma’am. Are you in labor?”
“I most certainly am NOT.”
I blinked, and looked in.
“Mummy!?”
My mother just sat and glared at me. I can only surmise she learned that look from Father.
The matron looked at her, then at me. “Your mother?”
“Erm, yes.”
“There’s a story here, I guess – but I don’t wish to know that.”
Just then a Crossley sedan pulled up and the door opened. “Reggie!”
“Willow!”
***
Gwladys:
Thank God things were starting to sort themselves out.
And thank God that Willow recalled page 47 of the Minkerton’s Agent’s Manual.
You can learn all sorts of useful skills.
Matron called for an orderly and a wheelchair, and Willow and Reggie disappeared into the hospital.
Which left me alone, with two cars.
Two cars.
Wait a moment.
The inventory should be two cars, one buck.
“Josslyn!?”
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© 2013 by Walter Reimer
(All characters courtesy of
EOCostello, 
MercMarten and 
Major Matt Mason. Any resemblance between characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead, is too bad for them.)The setting is Spontoon Island, in the story section Let's Doe It (Let's Fall In Love).
Art by
turnbolt__________________________________________________
Part 64.
Reggie:
I think Nosey’s driving style rubbed off a bit.
I took the turn into the hospital on two wheels.
Well, Nosey’s brother Stig advocated it for making sure the tire wear was even, according to Nosey.
Tires squealed and a huge cloud of smoke rose as I hit the brakes. I swear the car stood on its nose for an instant.
“Be brave, Willow! I’ll get someone out here to help you!”
I leaped out of the car, actually feeling rather good about myself. The Dutiful Husband, and all that.
The nurse matron at the desk was a tall and rather dignified feline, who lost her dignity quickly as I grabbed her and dragged her out into the cold night air. “I’m Reggie Willow, and my wife Baby’s having a Buckhorn!”
She goggled at me, then smiled. She’d apparently encountered flustered fathers before.
“Yes, Sir. We got a phone call from your man Lodge.”
“You did? Of course you did! A prince among butlers, my man Lodge. She’s in the back seat.”
The matron opened the door and leaned in.
She straightened up.
“Is this some kind of joke?”
“Joke? Joke! Blast it, there’s no time for jokes! My wife’s having a baby!”
The matron gave me a severe look. “Sir, if HE’S having a baby, you had best contact Mr. Ripley, not a hospital.”
He?
I looked in.
The blanket had slipped down, and there . . .
Was the Sire, asleep.
He actually looked quite peaceful, I was forced to admit.
“Oh, dear.”
***
Gwladys:
We met Reggie on the road to Chipping Buncombe.
“Met” is, of course, a euphemism for “Damned near ran us off the road and into a hedge.”
At any other time, I would have declared an impromptu picnic. The hedge looked tasty.
Not now.
“Mother!” Reggie shouted as he fought open the driver’s door of his car. “Willow – Father – the, the – “
I raised a finger and gave him a very stern glare, and he closed his muzzle so fast I think he might have chipped a tooth. “YOUR wife and the MOTHER of YOUR fawn is in the back seat. Did you forget her?”
“No, blast it all! There was someone in the car!”
“Oh?”
“Look for yourself, Mummy.”
I looked.
I almost started laughing, the kind of laugh I haven’t given voice to in thirty years.
Joss was wrapped up in a blanket, dozing peacefully in the back seat.
“Aw,” I said. “Looks like a fawn.”
“Well, yes, rather – “
***
Willow:
It was a bit difficult to follow what happened next.
I was otherwise occupied, you see.
For those guys wondering what I was going through, I recommend contracting either kidney stones or gout.
Yeah, like that.
Anyway, it seemed that Josslyn had gotten a bit drunk, had wandered out of the house and somehow ended up in the back of the Crossley.
In other circumstances, I would have considered it funny.
So what happened next was an odd pas de quatre involving me, Reggie, Gwladys and Josslyn.
Everyone was situated, and Reggie roared off to the hospital, again.
Leaving me sitting in the back seat of the Crossley, quite alone.
Another contraction hit at the same time I started to swear, and I screamed my frustration to the heavens.
(Grace?)
(Yes, Willow?)
(Hang on a bit longer, Twin.)
(What? Oh.)
(Yeah.)
I managed to get out of the back seat of the Crossley and behind the wheel.
Of course.
Reggie had taken the keys with him.
Nothing else to do, then.
Note to you girls out there: Trying to hot-wire a car while pregnant – and in labor – is NOT fun.
***
Reggie:
Again, I roared to a stop at the hospital and ran in.
“My wife’s having a fawn!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
The same matron I’d encountered hove into view, and I grabbed her by the wrist.
This time, she stood her ground. “Mr. Buckhorn?”
“What?”
“Do you have your wife in the car this time?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
She headed out to the car with me, and I opened the back door.
The matron poked her head in. “Hello, Ma’am. Are you in labor?”
“I most certainly am NOT.”
I blinked, and looked in.
“Mummy!?”
My mother just sat and glared at me. I can only surmise she learned that look from Father.
The matron looked at her, then at me. “Your mother?”
“Erm, yes.”
“There’s a story here, I guess – but I don’t wish to know that.”
Just then a Crossley sedan pulled up and the door opened. “Reggie!”
“Willow!”
***
Gwladys:
Thank God things were starting to sort themselves out.
And thank God that Willow recalled page 47 of the Minkerton’s Agent’s Manual.
You can learn all sorts of useful skills.
Matron called for an orderly and a wheelchair, and Willow and Reggie disappeared into the hospital.
Which left me alone, with two cars.
Two cars.
Wait a moment.
The inventory should be two cars, one buck.
“Josslyn!?”
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