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The WonderFly9000 was hung up in the copse of cottonwood trees pretty good. Her safety rope (which I had deployed) as well as the rope ladder had got her caught in the branches, and the external cargo netting had gotten snagged too. I just needed to climb these old grandmother trees and get to untangling her.
Why it was that old bobtailed tom, King of the Barn Cats, sitting up high on the very tree.
"What's the matter, Bobtail? Need me to call the fire department?"
"Meeeeeeowwwwrr!" "Meeeeoooooowrrrrr!" "Meeeeowwwwrrrrr!"
It wasn't just old Bobtail. There were barn cats perched all over in these trees.
"Meeeowwwwwwwrrr!' "Meeeooowr!" "Meeeeoowwwwwwwrrrr!"
And in the clearing as well. There was a whole barn cat court in session. Which was especially unusual considering the early hour.
And they were all staring at me, with their yellow barn cat eyes.
"Uh..." I said. "This isn't about the milk, is it?"
"Hullo Mr. McGee!"
"Hello Ralph! Just chasing after my airship here!"
Ralph is picking his newspaper out of his pansies as I run down the street.
"Hi there Mr. Milkman..."
"Hello Edna. No time to chat! Gotta catch my ship!"
"Oh dear, I see that. Well good luck! Be sure to stop on by later--"
"Will do, Edna!"'
Edna's on her porch. She's quite a looker, but she makes me uncomfortable, with all her looking.
"OOOOOF!" I run right into the hedge at the edge of the Presbyterian church. Well, nothing for it but to hop on over and cut through the church playground, and over their chainlink fence, and run to the end of the cul de sac.
The WonderFly9000 is snagged in a copse of cottonwood trees.
"Now you just stay put, little missy!"
Purrrrr purrrrrr purrrrrr
"Careful you cats. Or you just might make your old milkman Milt fall right over!"
These darn cats will be the death of me, tangling round my feet like this.
"Shooo! Now git!"
It's bad luck for a milkman to kick a cat.
Bottles clink, and I replace the empties for the fulls.
Where exactly do all these cats come from, I wonder? Barn cats, by the looks of them. But mighty friendly.
"You cats get back to your barn."
I turn around and head back up the front walk, and what's this? The WonderFly9000 has come loose and is drifting away. Did I forget the parking brake?
I start running, but already she's drifting out over the fence, over the pasture.
The cows meet the break of day in the pasture.
A mist hangs in the trees.
And the milk-blimp WonderFly9000 begins its daily rounds, delivering bottles of cold milk, butter, and ice cream novelties to the people of the valley.
And with that, night and a sleep for a thousand years falls like a soft dark curtain, twinkling with stars.
SHE HAS THE LUNAR CRESCENT AT HER FEET
The milk! The milk!
It doth sustain us
And fills our leathery husks with life,
Blowing us up like the very udders
Of the maiden of this Milk Ship so fair.
A HORNED DIADEM ON HER HEAD
Thou @HRH Chons have fulfilled your promise
And brought us back to the land of the living
(in full, and now with full bellies!).
WITH A GLOBE IN THE MIDDLE PLACE
We will praise your majesty every day,
From dusk until the Earth grows light,
Hunting the mice from the store rooms,
And the rats at all horizons,
Paving your path to glory
With the blood of your enemies on our paws.
AND A LARGE SOLAR CROSS ON HER BREAST
My sister @Mafdet and I
Will play the menat and the sistrum
In honor of our milk maiden mother
Until we pass once again
Into the West.
We must nap.
Are you sustained, my faithful ones?
Has the Milk of the Mother reinstated you
and encouraged the supple development of your shiny coats?
Has the Holy Biotin made strong your claws?
Have your eyes finally grown back?
Then cast your ancient linens good bye,
unroll the ribbons of your former lives,
and be cats alive once more!
Hail to thee, O Milky Way!
Who manifests thyself over our airship, the Mighty Wonderfly9000, and comes to give life to the stars!
Mysterious is thy issuing forth your nutritious cream from the darkness, on this day whereon it is celebrated!
Watering the orchards created by Re with your unpasteurized moo juice, to cause all the mummified cats to live, you give our desiccated bodies to drink, inexhaustible one!
Your creamy path that descends from the sky, loving the bread of Seb and the first-fruits of Nepera, You cause the workshops of Ptah, the ship builder to prosper!
And you cause these cats to purr.
We approach her wondrous bridges sprayed across the heavens.
Oh, milk which is in your rudder,
Mighty Milk Ship of the Night,
sweetness which is in the breasts of the mother of Men,
It enters the body of
@HRH Chons, Great God, Lord of Blimps.
@HRH Chons, Great God, lord of Blimps,
eat from the udders of the
Mighty Milk Ship of the Night,
Shining stars, milk for the body of
@HRH Chons, Great God, Lord of Blimps
the sweet milk of
The Mighty Milk Ship of the Night
for his rejuvenation
And may we lap at what rains down.
It is my mother the Great Wild Cow,
long of plumes,
bright of head-cloth,
pendulous of breasts,
who has lifted me up to the sky in this mighty airship,
not having left me on Earth,
among the gods who have power.
Let us pull up to her,
peaceful in her milky way,
that thou, my loyal crew,
shall drink your fill before moving on.