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In the Family Way
© 2013 by Walter D. Reimer
(Characters courtesy of
Major Matt Mason and 
EOCostello
The story of the duCleds relationship and marriage can be found on the Spontoon Island website, in the following stories:
Inocenta Until Proven Guilty
Valentine's Dazed
The I Do's of March
Art by
TheTiedTigress
______________________________________________
Part 11.
Inocenta:
Ole!
Leslie-puppy need the vitamins so kindly sent by Willow!
***
Leslie-puppy pilot the boat as well as he pilot the aeroplane, even though he look the tired. We come back from the Cape of May with Inocenta so happy that she is to be the American, and raise her fawn-puppies to love their country!
But there are the things to do. Leslie-puppy say there is a test Inocenta must pass.
Pouf!
Inocenta guess this is the case, and she always do well on the test when she in the convent school. But this test – pouf! – will the hard study require. So after she gets back to the house she have the chat with the maid, Ellen. The beaveress she say that she be glad to help Inocenta study for her test.
She is the very nice femme.
Mami and Papi have had to make the departure to go back to the Spontoons, and Inocenta a bit sad to see them go. Mama Eunice and Papa Pablo have also left, to go back to France. As Mama Eunice say, “Jacques and Christiane are WONDERFUL people – but they ARE French, after all.”
The workers at the house are the very happy to see Inocenta again, and ask what she want for dinner.
Inocenta have idea, and tell the cook.
The goat he look the confused, but soon laugh and say that it will be no problem.
***
Les:
To my surprise, my aunts were actually somewhat civil when we got back.
A condition that lasted all of four hours.
Dinner time came along and we were all salivating at the delicious aroma coming from the kitchens as the dishes were served.
Aunt Marie was first. “What . . . is this?!”
Inocenta said cheerfully, “Is arroz con pollo! Is fine dish from Inocenta’s home country!”
I looked at my plate, and saw that it was exactly what Inocenta said it was – a beautiful dish of chicken and seasoned rice.
In fact, she was having the same thing – not a big surprise, as I had seen her eating the “fishy chop-chop” in Hawaii back in February. Her dish was heavy on the arroz, though, and a bit light on the pollo.
Very tasty, and I could see my aunts tucking into it with forced smiles. Any food from, say, Gnu York tends to be the most exotic thing they usually eat, so this was an experience they either didn’t expect or found most unwelcome.
Well, they’d better get used to it if they still wanted to find a welcome here.
I enjoyed it, and the chicken seemed to sit well in Inocenta’s tummies.
***
Toni:
The ‘Era of Good Feelings’ didn’t last too long.
More like the Gnu York Minute of Good Feelings.
Happened about two-three days after Les got back from his honeymoon with the Siren from Seville.
Inocenta, poor kid, was visited by the Three Sad Blisters – er, three bad sisters, ‘scuse me – an’ they start in on her while we’re sitting in the drawin’ room one morning.
“I’m very relieved that Leslie finally settled down and got married,” Cathy said.
“Oh, yes,” Louise says. “What with him chasing after every college girl and chorine – “
“Don’t forget that poor upstairs maid, Louise,” said Marie.
“Oh yes, poor thing.”
Inocenta, bless her, just sat there and took it. But I could see she was starting to flag.
“Still, he's the kind of fur who likes to roam around.”
Another of the harridans added, “He's never in one place, and he moves from town to town . . .”
“And if he finds himself falling for some girl . . .” Marie sniffed.
Inocenta started flagging harder, and I could see she was starting to get irritated. Hell, I was starting to see red myself.
“He hops right into that plane of his and flies around the world,” Cathy finished up. “Leslie had a reputation as a playboy layabout when he was at Penn. Good thing he met you, my dear.”
I was havin’ some trouble not growling at these witches. I mean, hell, we all know mels are usually thinking with the wrong brains, but they needed to cut the girl some slack.
Inocenta stood up. “Excuse me, por favor,” and she left the room.
The girls smirked at each other, and I felt my claws itching.
But I didn’t need to bother.
Inocenta . . . came back.
“Hark!”
***
Les:
You hear about soldiers marching toward the sound of the guns.
Looks like I’m doomed to be marching toward the sounds of feminine rage. It sounded like it was coming from the drawing room, and as I got closer Herne stepped out, closing the door behind him.
There was a thump against the door as he closed it.
“Herne?”
“Sir?”
“Have you seen my wife?”
"Madam is the drawing room, sir."
I almost hated to ask, but ask I did. "What's she doing?"
"Throwing."
"Throwing what, Herne?"
"A fit . . . and shoes, sir."
“Herne, I must ask you a very delicate question.”
The always-dignified whitetail raised a brow. “Sir?”
“Well, are all cervine femmes . . . well . . . so vigorous in the way they defend themselves?”
There was a long pause.
“It's what gives them, sir, a certain level of allure and piquancy.”
“That’s rather delicately put.”
He gave a slight smile (the equivalent of a wide grin on most furs). “Madam's opinions on you, sir, are the talk of Downstairs.”
“Oh, my life.”
“She is not shy, sir, about voicing them to the maids.” He coughed a bit delicately. “I regret to say that your former governess has added her comments to Madam's. They are in agreement, sir, that . . .”
“How . . . the hell . . . would she know?”
“You forget, sir, she used to bathe you. If I may speak frankly, sir?”
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, with a due sense of resigned dread.
“Very droll, sir. You must understand I have been in your family's employ for sixty-four years. There is, so to speak, little new under the sun, even with Madam's point of view.”
I couldn’t argue with that, so I gestured for him to stand aside and went in.
Calming Inocenta down took a while.
NEXT
FIRST
PREVIOUS
© 2013 by Walter D. Reimer
(Characters courtesy of
Major Matt Mason and 
EOCostelloThe story of the duCleds relationship and marriage can be found on the Spontoon Island website, in the following stories:
Inocenta Until Proven Guilty
Valentine's Dazed
The I Do's of March
Art by
TheTiedTigress______________________________________________
Part 11.
Inocenta:
Ole!
Leslie-puppy need the vitamins so kindly sent by Willow!
***
Leslie-puppy pilot the boat as well as he pilot the aeroplane, even though he look the tired. We come back from the Cape of May with Inocenta so happy that she is to be the American, and raise her fawn-puppies to love their country!
But there are the things to do. Leslie-puppy say there is a test Inocenta must pass.
Pouf!
Inocenta guess this is the case, and she always do well on the test when she in the convent school. But this test – pouf! – will the hard study require. So after she gets back to the house she have the chat with the maid, Ellen. The beaveress she say that she be glad to help Inocenta study for her test.
She is the very nice femme.
Mami and Papi have had to make the departure to go back to the Spontoons, and Inocenta a bit sad to see them go. Mama Eunice and Papa Pablo have also left, to go back to France. As Mama Eunice say, “Jacques and Christiane are WONDERFUL people – but they ARE French, after all.”
The workers at the house are the very happy to see Inocenta again, and ask what she want for dinner.
Inocenta have idea, and tell the cook.
The goat he look the confused, but soon laugh and say that it will be no problem.
***
Les:
To my surprise, my aunts were actually somewhat civil when we got back.
A condition that lasted all of four hours.
Dinner time came along and we were all salivating at the delicious aroma coming from the kitchens as the dishes were served.
Aunt Marie was first. “What . . . is this?!”
Inocenta said cheerfully, “Is arroz con pollo! Is fine dish from Inocenta’s home country!”
I looked at my plate, and saw that it was exactly what Inocenta said it was – a beautiful dish of chicken and seasoned rice.
In fact, she was having the same thing – not a big surprise, as I had seen her eating the “fishy chop-chop” in Hawaii back in February. Her dish was heavy on the arroz, though, and a bit light on the pollo.
Very tasty, and I could see my aunts tucking into it with forced smiles. Any food from, say, Gnu York tends to be the most exotic thing they usually eat, so this was an experience they either didn’t expect or found most unwelcome.
Well, they’d better get used to it if they still wanted to find a welcome here.
I enjoyed it, and the chicken seemed to sit well in Inocenta’s tummies.
***
Toni:
The ‘Era of Good Feelings’ didn’t last too long.
More like the Gnu York Minute of Good Feelings.
Happened about two-three days after Les got back from his honeymoon with the Siren from Seville.
Inocenta, poor kid, was visited by the Three Sad Blisters – er, three bad sisters, ‘scuse me – an’ they start in on her while we’re sitting in the drawin’ room one morning.
“I’m very relieved that Leslie finally settled down and got married,” Cathy said.
“Oh, yes,” Louise says. “What with him chasing after every college girl and chorine – “
“Don’t forget that poor upstairs maid, Louise,” said Marie.
“Oh yes, poor thing.”
Inocenta, bless her, just sat there and took it. But I could see she was starting to flag.
“Still, he's the kind of fur who likes to roam around.”
Another of the harridans added, “He's never in one place, and he moves from town to town . . .”
“And if he finds himself falling for some girl . . .” Marie sniffed.
Inocenta started flagging harder, and I could see she was starting to get irritated. Hell, I was starting to see red myself.
“He hops right into that plane of his and flies around the world,” Cathy finished up. “Leslie had a reputation as a playboy layabout when he was at Penn. Good thing he met you, my dear.”
I was havin’ some trouble not growling at these witches. I mean, hell, we all know mels are usually thinking with the wrong brains, but they needed to cut the girl some slack.
Inocenta stood up. “Excuse me, por favor,” and she left the room.
The girls smirked at each other, and I felt my claws itching.
But I didn’t need to bother.
Inocenta . . . came back.
“Hark!”
***
Les:
You hear about soldiers marching toward the sound of the guns.
Looks like I’m doomed to be marching toward the sounds of feminine rage. It sounded like it was coming from the drawing room, and as I got closer Herne stepped out, closing the door behind him.
There was a thump against the door as he closed it.
“Herne?”
“Sir?”
“Have you seen my wife?”
"Madam is the drawing room, sir."
I almost hated to ask, but ask I did. "What's she doing?"
"Throwing."
"Throwing what, Herne?"
"A fit . . . and shoes, sir."
“Herne, I must ask you a very delicate question.”
The always-dignified whitetail raised a brow. “Sir?”
“Well, are all cervine femmes . . . well . . . so vigorous in the way they defend themselves?”
There was a long pause.
“It's what gives them, sir, a certain level of allure and piquancy.”
“That’s rather delicately put.”
He gave a slight smile (the equivalent of a wide grin on most furs). “Madam's opinions on you, sir, are the talk of Downstairs.”
“Oh, my life.”
“She is not shy, sir, about voicing them to the maids.” He coughed a bit delicately. “I regret to say that your former governess has added her comments to Madam's. They are in agreement, sir, that . . .”
“How . . . the hell . . . would she know?”
“You forget, sir, she used to bathe you. If I may speak frankly, sir?”
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, with a due sense of resigned dread.
“Very droll, sir. You must understand I have been in your family's employ for sixty-four years. There is, so to speak, little new under the sun, even with Madam's point of view.”
I couldn’t argue with that, so I gestured for him to stand aside and went in.
Calming Inocenta down took a while.
NEXT
FIRST
PREVIOUS
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Dog (Other)
Size 618 x 800px
File Size 201.6 kB
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