{"id":529,"date":"2006-08-15T16:24:54","date_gmt":"2006-08-15T21:24:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=926"},"modified":"2008-12-15T16:25:34","modified_gmt":"2008-12-15T21:25:34","slug":"he-said-she-said-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2006\/08\/15\/he-said-she-said-4\/","title":{"rendered":"He Said, She Said"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

On the Move: It’s What Inside That Counts<\/b><\/p>\n

The Lighthouse. Morgan arrives home and finds Weyland in the living room, surrounded by sealed cardboard boxes. He’s taping up the last one with a tired grunt.
\nMorgan: Wow, you’ve been busy!<\/i>
\nWeyland (dull eyed and groggy): You ain’t a-kiddin’, babe. This room’s done<\/u>. Shot, stuffed, and mounted<\/u>. (Wipes an arm across his forehead.) Whew!
\nMorgan: You must be exhausted. How about a frosty drink?<\/i>
\nWeyland: If I can sit down first you’ve got yourself a deal.
\nMorgan: What’s that noise?<\/i>
\nWeyland: What noise?
\nA scratching sound is coming from inside a nearby box.
\nMorgan (pointing at the box, which has begun to wobble slightly): That<\/u> noise.<\/i>
\nWeyland (scoots behind her and stares at the box from over her shoulder): What’s in<\/u> there?
\nMorgan (eyes wide): Open it….<\/i>
\nWeyland: Me<\/u>? You’re closer!
\nMorgan: You taped it up!<\/i>
\nThe scratching is louder now, and more insistent. Weyland, armed with a butter knife, soft-shoes over to the shaking carton and gingerly slices it open. Flame the cat hops out & gives Weyland an indignant look before Morgan scoops him up.
\nMorgan (nuzzling the fat orange cat): You poor baby!<\/i>
\nWeyland: Goddess, I must<\/u> be tired!
\nMorgan: I can’t believe you did that.<\/i>
\nWeyland: Hey, stuff happens. How about that frosty drink?
\nMorgan: Later. (She looks around.) Where are the kids?<\/i>
\nTwo other boxes begin to scratch and shake….<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

author bio:<\/p>\n

Two kids! Two cats! A little brunette with a big attitude! Plus dragons & fairies & darklings, oh my! And oh yeah, Weyland lives there too! They call the new apartment the Lanterns ’cause Morgan won’t let Wey name it the Busted Flush! (Did I mention the brunette with attitude yet?) Send your spare cash and condolences to weylandsmith@verizon.net<\/A> Mizpah!<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On the Move: It’s What Inside That Counts The Lighthouse. Morgan arrives home and finds Weyland in the living room, surrounded by sealed cardboard boxes. He’s taping up the last one with a tired grunt. Morgan: Wow, you’ve been busy! Weyland (dull eyed and groggy): You ain’t a-kiddin’, babe. This room’s done. Shot, stuffed, and mounted. (Wipes an arm across his forehead.) Whew! Morgan: You must be exhausted. How about a frosty drink? Weyland: If I can sit down first you’ve got yourself a deal. Morgan: What’s that noise? Weyland: What noise? A scratching sound is coming from inside a nearby box. Morgan (pointing at the box, which has begun to wobble slightly): That noise. Weyland (scoots behind her and stares at the box from over her shoulder): What’s in there? Morgan (eyes wide): Open it…. Weyland: Me? You’re closer! Morgan: You taped it up! The scratching is louder now, and more insistent. Weyland, armed with a butter knife, soft-shoes over to the shaking carton and gingerly slices it open. Flame the cat hops out & gives Weyland an indignant look before Morgan scoops him up. Morgan (nuzzling the fat orange cat): You poor baby! Weyland: Goddess, I must be tired! Morgan: I can’t believe you did that. Weyland: Hey, stuff happens. How about that frosty drink? Morgan: Later. (She looks around.) Where are the kids? Two other boxes begin to scratch and shake…. *** author bio: Two kids! Two cats! A little brunette with a big attitude! Plus dragons & fairies & darklings, oh my! And oh yeah, Weyland lives there too! They call the new apartment the Lanterns ’cause Morgan won’t let Wey name it the Busted Flush! (Did I mention the brunette with attitude yet?) Send your spare cash and condolences to weylandsmith@verizon.net Mizpah!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-529","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/529","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=529"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/529\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}