With all the volunteers, the hospital was going up so fast! And amazingly, every time there was a need for some new materials like the windows, or the paint, the new supplies would show up. Soon the second story was being added on.
Crumple and Rumple kept a sharp eye out for Mum Lioness.
Every time she returned from the lionses' cave with a fresh supply of iddlies or some other comestible, they would dash over and tuck in before anyone else had even noticed the new food.
Before the sun went down, the roof was on. No one had had a chance to even wonder where the furnishings would come from before beds and cribs and tables began to arrive.
The moment Rumple and Crumple spotted a new bed, all nicely made up with fresh linens, they rushed over and jumped in with very muddy feet, pulling the covers up over themselves.
Mum Lioness decided enough was enough, and she firmly told them to get out and leave the beds clean for sick creatures.
"Oh we can't possibly get out. We have malaria and dengue fever!" they cried.
Mum Lioness was just about to get slightly fierce when Mama Hippolyta came galumphing over.
"Oh it is great news!" she exclaimed, not noticing at all that her twins were grubbying up a new bed. "Dear Hippocrita can come afterall. She says Duds is going through a bit of a bad patch recently, in terms of behavior ... influenced apparently by Jumbo and Gumbo ... but it is hoped that the Hill will have a settling influence on them all. Duds is refusing to come, having taken up some very competitive tennis recently, but Hippocrita, bless her dear heart, is flatly insisting he come along.
The she looked down dotingly at Crumple and Rumple. "None of them behave like Crumps and Rumps, but we can't all be blessed with angels. Look at these dears, taking their afternoon nap without even being asked. And even being willing to get into these filthy sheets!" She beamed at them and said, "Auntie Lioness will surely make you huge sundaes tonight as a reward. And your cousins should have arrived by then!"
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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2 comments:
good grief, they are coming !!!
Tirucub is groaning and saying this simply can't be allowed. "Mum Lioness will have to work at the speed of light ... this must be stopped!" he is saying.
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