Mr. Tragically Dashing Returns
...As if the plot line to this story wasnt broken enough...
..an excerpt from the memoirs of of hero.
Mr. Dashing is once again alone in his den reading aloud from his memoirs
MTD: "The Idea must have come to me that morning at breakfast, or at least I should say that at breakfast that morning is when the seed for later ideas was planted. Enough dilemas begin at breakfast as it is the time of day when sleep is slowly shaken off and perception is gained, this breakfast began with orange juice........
Slowly the knowledge dawned upon my brother, the orange juice he had poured would not sit well with him; very rarely are people happy to settle with hamburger when steak is within thier grasps. The jug of milk had been hiding the apple juice and my brother, not knowing of its presence, poured orange instead. As it is with all great plots the simplest action quite often reveals details that help us to make decisions in later times. The information uncovered here shed light on my brothers love of apple juice. earnestly I listened as the conversation unfolded and more details came forth and my father revealed his distain for the juice. This action seemed small at the time but I assure you that later in the day this information would seem to me to offer endless possibilities......
My father had left the room to find bleach to sterilize our brewing tanks, I was left alone in the kitchen and given the task of bottling and capping. Though requiring attention at first, this task became second natureas all other repetitive actions do in time. My mind was left to wander. I contemplated about the golden brew, which I had recently poured and bottled, and though at present the brew was somewhat cloudy I could imagine once time had made it clear that it could resemble another beloved beverage........
The apple juice was in the fridge and it took little more than a twist of the body to reach it from where I sat on the floor, with little hesitation I reached for a clean sterilized bottle, my father had not yet returned with the bleach and I had time..........
After carefully marking the imposter brew the implications of my action began to come to me slowly, I had time to reflect now about the possible outcomes. I played each situation over in my head, who would get the beer? would it be my little brother, curious enough to want a taste though too young to do so legally. Inexperience would lend to my favour as a boy of fourteen would know little of ale and may not initially realize my fraudulant action until the after the pour, and perhaps the first sip. My older brother on the other hand having disclosed his love for other golden beverages, may be apt to finish the brew regardless of its authenticity, my actions would be harmless and would be taken in a lighthearted manner. My father proved an obstacle to my thought. Did I really think that he could be fooled?, would my deed reach its potential, or would it simply end upon its begining as my father realized the bottle contained no carbonation? If the brew was poured it is likely that it would produce a head somewhat similar to that of ale, but would my father over look the absence of the distinctive hiss upon opening it. yes the information I had learned that morning has become a catalist for my thoughts, only time will lead me to my answer...."
too be continued...
MTD: I am getting tired of these interuptions
...
..an excerpt from the memoirs of of hero.
Mr. Dashing is once again alone in his den reading aloud from his memoirs
MTD: "The Idea must have come to me that morning at breakfast, or at least I should say that at breakfast that morning is when the seed for later ideas was planted. Enough dilemas begin at breakfast as it is the time of day when sleep is slowly shaken off and perception is gained, this breakfast began with orange juice........
Slowly the knowledge dawned upon my brother, the orange juice he had poured would not sit well with him; very rarely are people happy to settle with hamburger when steak is within thier grasps. The jug of milk had been hiding the apple juice and my brother, not knowing of its presence, poured orange instead. As it is with all great plots the simplest action quite often reveals details that help us to make decisions in later times. The information uncovered here shed light on my brothers love of apple juice. earnestly I listened as the conversation unfolded and more details came forth and my father revealed his distain for the juice. This action seemed small at the time but I assure you that later in the day this information would seem to me to offer endless possibilities......
My father had left the room to find bleach to sterilize our brewing tanks, I was left alone in the kitchen and given the task of bottling and capping. Though requiring attention at first, this task became second natureas all other repetitive actions do in time. My mind was left to wander. I contemplated about the golden brew, which I had recently poured and bottled, and though at present the brew was somewhat cloudy I could imagine once time had made it clear that it could resemble another beloved beverage........
The apple juice was in the fridge and it took little more than a twist of the body to reach it from where I sat on the floor, with little hesitation I reached for a clean sterilized bottle, my father had not yet returned with the bleach and I had time..........
After carefully marking the imposter brew the implications of my action began to come to me slowly, I had time to reflect now about the possible outcomes. I played each situation over in my head, who would get the beer? would it be my little brother, curious enough to want a taste though too young to do so legally. Inexperience would lend to my favour as a boy of fourteen would know little of ale and may not initially realize my fraudulant action until the after the pour, and perhaps the first sip. My older brother on the other hand having disclosed his love for other golden beverages, may be apt to finish the brew regardless of its authenticity, my actions would be harmless and would be taken in a lighthearted manner. My father proved an obstacle to my thought. Did I really think that he could be fooled?, would my deed reach its potential, or would it simply end upon its begining as my father realized the bottle contained no carbonation? If the brew was poured it is likely that it would produce a head somewhat similar to that of ale, but would my father over look the absence of the distinctive hiss upon opening it. yes the information I had learned that morning has become a catalist for my thoughts, only time will lead me to my answer...."
too be continued...
MTD: I am getting tired of these interuptions
...
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