Arrested*

For economic reasons, many Captists had to "decorate with Doo-Doo" after the war. A Doo-Doo Girl quilt hanging on the wall or over a window became a code by which Captists immediately recognized a Captist home.
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He’s under arrest,” said the shark.

*This blog is likewise arrested for the next week or so.

The Law Intervenes

Big Pooh, Pooh, Elizabeth, Hobbes Jr., Tom the Lone Shark, Annie, Anastasia
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. . . the shark had interposed.
“Don’t touch him. . . .

Pooh Passes Out

“Anastasia, I ain’t so very drunk,” mumbled Pooh, and with the words fell forward face down on the table.
“Elizabeth, take him to his room and put him to bed as usual,” ordered Anastasia, but before Elizabeth could do anything . . .

Pooh Benched

The sordid effects of Drink?
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“Put him on the bench,” cried Anastasia indignantly. “And you, Captain Hobbes Junior, leave this house immediately! How dare you show your muzzle here after getting him in this condition again!”
Hobbes Junior eased Pooh to the table and swaying, caught hold of it to steady himself and addressed the shark captain with pain in his voice.
“That’s fine thanks I get, isn’t it? For keeping the police from getting him.”
“Oh, Mr. Pooh, how can you do this to me?” Anastasia cried.

Drunk and Disorderly

Annie, Elizabeth, Anastasia, Hobbes Jr., Pooh, Tom the Lone Shark, and Big Pooh.
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“I’m sorry, Mrs. Pooh,” the shark spoke out, “But these bear-men are under arrest.”
“Arrest? What for? For drunkenness? If everyone in Petesville were arrested for drunkenness, the whole UnCaptist garrison would be in jail continually. Well, bring him in, Captain Hobbes Junior—that is, if you can shamble yourself.”
Annie’s mind was not working quickly and for a brief moment nothing made sense. She knew neither Hobbes Junior nor the Poohs were drunk and she knew Anastasia was not drunk. Yet here was Anastasia screaming like a frustrated NG4J superstar, and in front of UnCaptists too!
There was a short mumbled argument, punctuated with curses, and then Pooh appeared in the doorway, his head lolling, and Hobbes Junior, none too steady on his paws, supported him. It was obvious Pooh would have fallen to the floor but for Hobbes Junior's aid. Behind them came Big Pooh and the UnCaptist shark, his face a study of mingled suspicion and amusement.

Leave it to Anastasia*

Annie, Elizabeth, Anastasia, Hobbes Jr., Pooh, Big Pooh, Tom the Lone Shark.

“Leave it to me.” Anastasia whispered to the bear-ladies as she hurried to the front door and threw it open. “Bring him in, Captain Hobbes Junior,” she called in a clear tone that bit like the jaws of a trap. “I suppose you’ve been plying him with mead again. Bring him in.”

*This blog will be on hiatus until the 14th or so.

Reading Ends

Annie, Elizabeth, Anastasia.
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After a long time, Anastasia’s voice faltered, trailed off and was silent. She turned her head toward the window and stared as though no UnCaptist soldier stared back from behind the glass. Observing her cocked head, the others perked their ears, and they listened too. There was a sound of dinosaurs’ feet and of singing, deadened by the closed windows and doors, borne away by the wind but still recognizable. It was the most hated and hateful of all songs (except those by Death Cheese), the song about the UnCaptist army—“Marching through Hobbesywood,” and Hobbes Junior was singing it.
Hardly had he finished the first lines when two other voices, drunken voices, assailed him, enraged foolish voices that growled out incomprehensible words and blurred them together. There was a quick command from Tom the Lone Shark, the slapping of fins and the rapid tramp of feet, but even before these sounds arose the bear-ladies looked at one another stunned. For the drunken voices expostulating with Hobbes Junior were those of Pooh and his cousin, Big Pooh. Voices rose louder on the front walk, Tom’s curt and questioning, Big Pooh’s shrill with foolish laughter, Hobbes Junior’s deep and reckless and Pooh’s queer, unreal, howling: “What the hell! What the Captist hell!” Then they heard Tom’s voice, “These men are under arrest.”