Moore, Kay

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26 MANUSCRIPTSFollowing a period of amicable, harmonious existence in theirwoodland grove, the trio was threatened by an imposing, perniciousCanis occulcnialis which instituted an exploitation of the surroundingweald, but soon penetrated the hinterland.By and by this carni vorous quadruped encroached upon the domainof the culm abode and challenged:"Minute porker, minute porker, suffer me to penetrate throughyour portal, or I will be vindicated to direct a current of air uponyour upright planes; and by such spontaneous process, J will have theoccasion of utilizing you to satiate my palate."Hearkening to a negative retort, he executed his declaration, butascertained that his anticipated repast had departed to the residenceof compiled processed timber.Pursuing an improminent route, our rapacious villain fell uponthe residence of the intermediate feast anc! reiterated his monologueto which there were two negative responses. Becoming infuriated, heproceeded to introduce this construction to the fate of the previous.At the termination of his transcendent production, he scrutinized theremnants, but discerned that the pair had formulated a determinativeretreat to the shelter of the remaining householder. Apprehendingthis elusive stratagem, the twice outwitted bestial traced his antagon-ists to their station of final defense.Without an utterance of admonition, he besieged the fortress withall the tempestuous flurry he coule! emit from the ramifications ofhis trachea. However prolonged, it was incompetent to conclude hisonslaught against the lasting durability of the construction.Accordingly, he surmounted the dwelling, advanced down thechimney, and gravitated into a container of liquid which had attained2120 Farenheit. The trio of victorious consanguinity consumed theremains and subsisted auspiciously.MMMM! It Smells Like FallKay MooreWlrEREVER I go, indoors or out, the pungent odors of these No-vember days come to meet me, as a constant reminder thatwinter is coming. The crisp, tingling air nips at my nose as1 trudge to school each morning: and not a day passes that I am notmet and nearly suffocated by the thick grey smoke that rolls offburning leaves, city ordinance or no city ordinance. But fall would110t be complete without these associations, good or bad.There is something exciting about all 0 f these fall odors. When.r get out of the car and open the garage door, an especially tantalizingfragrance wafts out, assuring me that Mother has not forgotten tolay in our supply of winter apples. I saunter across the yard, samplingJ'vIANUSCIU1'TS 27one, and open the back door. Again a familiar, sweet, tart aromameets my nose head on. Mom is just making jelly, and I know thatagain this year our breakfast toast will be spiced with our favoritespread.With the first cold days comes the exciting scent of: wood smokefrom our open fire, and I think "It's time for our annual taffy pull.'One clay, as I walk upstairs another altogether different fall smellpenetrates 111ynostrils. It is the acrid vapor of 1110thcrystals fromthe clothing recently taken f rorn SUll1111erstorage; and I think with apleasurable shiver that winter is almost here.Although every season brings its peculiar odors, some way oranother, the ones that come with autumn seem most stimulating.Maybe it is the exhilarating, tangy coolness in the air or maybe it isthat. as far back as I can remember, it means that Christmas is on thewav, with all its excitement, joy, and lovely sentiment. Whatever itis, fall reigns again, and I love it.My Favorite PersonBetsy RossMy favorite person is the dentist. This statement may seemstrange, for l realize that the supposed sadistic tendencies ofdentists are well known. T, however, count the hours till thatglorious day when I go to him. I admire his of fice, his tools, hismethods, and his ability.Settling clown C0111 Iortably in a straight-back chair in the dentist'sspacious, six-by-nine waiting room, I begin thumbing his magazines.These are highly instructive, for through visual aid I learn moreabout the mode of living and the styles of the early nineteen hundreds.To encourage this educational pastime, the dentist allows me to spenda good part of the clay looking at the magazines.Proceeding to the inner con fines of the office, I am given theprivilege of exercising' 111ydormant muscles by climbing up into thechair. After inquiring about such world-shaking matters as theweather, the cleft oral genius inserts an attractive foot-long hypo-dermic needle into m)' gUill, saying pleasantly but erroneously that Iwill not feel it. \,,/ith the gentle, soothing sound of a 13-29, his drillthen cuts away 111ytooth; meanwhile, my whole body is vibratingrhythmically, This process goes on endlessly, punctuated only by thestrangling spray of pink liquid which he administers.Finally, 111y mouth a size biggel' than before, I leave 111yfavoriteperson's office, but not until I make an appointment for my next visit.Yes, he, the admirable explorer, has fuund another cavity,

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