Dearest Gunilla: Letters from Puppelachia: It's Not The Paint Fumes

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

It's Not The Paint Fumes

The Monkey cooked up a batch of banana-peel hooch last night. Puppen are entirely unused to bananas: we often experience a little giddiness with the tropical fruits. (My Great-Aunt Acacia was the real cause of Australia's Christmas Day Disaster in 1974 after eating a whole avocado.)

I was knowing that this might happen eventually when The Missus brought the still home for the boys, even though most of the time Puppen only experience these kinds of effects with a really fine vintage ink.

I shall have to ask The Missus to make sure that all the banana peels go straight out to the compost next time.

Gunilla, it's such a shame - The Monkey knows Mischa can't even smell banana-peel gin without falling down. Mischa also seems to be wearing my carpet slippers, for some reason. ( At least they didn't drunk-dial Crown Princess Victoria Ingrid Alice Desiree again; fortunately the Swedish Secret Service has had a lot of experience explaining tomten-related incidents to the press. )

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An Introduction to the Puppendottir Clan of North America's Puppelachian Region

Puppendöttir: A large and loosely-connected clan of small beings residing primarily in old farmsteads wherever they are found throughout the world.
Puppen may be solitary, although this is quite rare. Most prefer to live in large disparate family groups and may number into the hundreds in a hospitable environment.
All Puppen are observers and archivists by nature, so they are most at home with Hummersippians, or 'Sippians (human householders) who have similar affinities for flora and fauna. And toast with butter.
Hummersippians are generally treated with fondness, but their relationship to the Puppen is that of household or farm staff retainers. Inattentive, dismissive, or dangerous 'Sippians may find themselves looking for a new place to live without knowing quite what happened.
Puppen, like pooka, may appear in any form and shape, but there are several family groups that are seen more commonly than others.
These families include the Puppendöttir proper, all of whom resemble Northern European tomten, and the Ouessant Family, who appear to be an especially tiny species of cross-dressing, croquet-playing sheep. Many of The Ouessant have a chenille chicken companion which may or may not have eerie and unexplained powers.
Clovis de Fleury, mentioned frequently in these posts, is the bon vivant of La Famille Ouessant, and is also the author and editor of Haiku Thursday. Or Haiku Sunday. Or Haiku Wednesday.
Attis Puppendöttir acts as editor for this page, which often takes the form of letters to his favorite cousin Gunilla.