This week’s words: Hurry Clumsy Deliverance Cask Evade Notch Lofty Galaxy Chamois (an agile, goat-like antelope; a soft, pliable leather from any of various skins dressed with oil, especially fish oil, originally prepared from the skin of the chamois.) Uninvited Apple-chaser (Someone willing to do anything, no matter how degrading, for any amount of money; named for the “road apples” left behind by horses) Jeer

In a galaxy, just south of the lost galaxy of apple chasers lived a people who believed they could be anything and do anything…. who were in such a hurry to prove their versatility that they did in fact hurry their own extinction.

This was in fact such a shame because history has since proved most of their theories to be complete nonsense as they tended to evade the suggestion that survival was paramount to any theory that hinted at possible if not probable annihilation.

History records them, as a clumsy folk with lofty ideas for the survival of their species, which as time was to prove, was tenuous at best.

Their theory that a notch in time saves ten was to prove to be as spurious an idea as there ever was. Arthurius the chamois maker had put forward the idea that using a chamois saved the work of ten. But the question always was, ten what? He maintained his theory worked and even on his deathbed despite the jeers of those who had debunked his theory stuck to his belief that his humble chamois was the answer to the work issues of all who bothered to take up one and put it to some useful purpose.

Arthurius also made casks; the ones he made from the leather of the oily fish of Catsurius were not much a hit as they had a tendency to collapse. Arthurius demonstrated their durability during the annual deliverance parade when he successfully used six casks filled with the blood of the agile goat-like antelope, to hold up the queen of the parades chariot.

It was the uncanny appearance that brought him all undone. The queen a clumsy girl on a good day, had tripped on the first cask, bumped her head on the second cask, punctured the third with her tiara this causing a cascade of blood and other bits equally disgusting, which then caused the whole chariot to lean to one side, catching a notch in the roadway, and there fore initiating the uninvited jeers of all concerned who watched on incredulously at the farcical spectacle unfolding before them.

Much to Arthurius’ disgust no amount of chamois or apple chasing was going to clean up this mess.

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