Bob and Ray were out for a leisurely stroll on a back country road. The sky was blue. The sun was high in a cloudless sky. The birds were chirping merrily. The crickets were happily rubbing their legs together. Now I know what image that last statement conjures up but get your mind out of the gutter and back on the road.
Bob and Ray joined in with the sounds of nature and hummed an old folk tune My Shoe's Got A Hole In It And My Foot Hurts Like Shit. Bob and Ray were a couple of religious fellows which is why the hummed the song and didn't sing the lyrics.
Just when the two friends thought nothing could interrupt this idyllic interlude the sound of approaching horses did just that. Clop, clop, clop...the horses drew nearer and a wonderful whistle could be heard, at odds with the boys' humming.
The two stepped to the side of the road, not quite so far as some of you strayed earlier, to let the horses and the wagon they were leading to pass. But instead, the whistler stopped whistling, drew up the horses and stopped beside them.
"SUPERCILLIOUS STEVE THE SMOOTH STORY TELLER - RACONTEUR OF TALL TALES - 10 CENTS" read the sign on there side of the wagon in giant letters. "Are you guys looking for a job? I could use a couple of assistants" said Steve. "Oh, by the way, I'm Steve. Most people call me Pete. Don't go thinking I think I'm above you, my boys. 'Supercilious' is just a word I use for its alliterative advantage."
"I wonder where this wordy guy's from" Bob asked Ray. "That's easy enough to determine" replied Ray.
"He's from Racont."
"How do you know that" said Bob?
"Easy" said Ray "look at the side of the wagon. It sats he's a Raconteur. He's gotta be from Racont!"
The clues are storyteller and raconteur from Studio30+ this week. I'm afraid I missed the fun for several weeks. I'm afraid life got in the way. We'll try not to let that happen again.