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Chatting, C November 4, 2008

Filed under: Arthur,Carrcass-1,Grassy Noll,Hucka D. — baker Blinker @ 7:05 am
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bb:

So I believe that Grassy will approach the human Arthur who just happens to work as a mechanic in Arthur, Kentucky, and state that he is his brother. Of course Arthur doesn’t believe this, since Grassy is a plastic piece of candy. But Grassy says he got a letter from Arthur, but Arthur says it was sent to him by mistake. Then who was the letter intended for?

SF:

That’s what you have to find out. It was intended for Grassy but not consciously. OH… Grassy gets the letter by mistake… it was intended for this Arthur fellow. But Grassy couldn’t help reading it, and noting that Arthur had found a secret passageway into Mammoth Cave. Perhaps he followed a Mossman in?

Grassy:

Nonlinear is the key.

bb:

He was drug into the cave by some kind of “alien”, shall we say. A little car is involved.

Hucka D.:

How did the letter get its way to Grassy by mistake? Someone sent it his way. 109. By the way, Baker Blinker begins to have hallucinations in the Kerchal Forest again… Uranus. Opposite of the Burning Man.

*******

Hucka D.:

What’s that book with the cross over there Arthur?

Arthur:

(Turning away from the car hood to look at the book on the table behind him.) Oh that’s just my photos. Of a park.

Hucka D.:

But not just any park. Herman, isn’t it.

Arthur (face screws up):

No.

*****

Grassy:

But then you insist that it’s Herman Park, Hucka D., and he’ll say, “I think it’s time to leave now little bee. This hallucination must end.” You see, he’s proud of those photos of his park. Defensive. He thinks Hucka D. is making fun of him here?

Hucka D.:

But I’m not.

Grassy:

I think the photos should be of Mammoth National Park, though. Yes, Mammoth.

*****

Hucka D.;

So I, Hucka D., look through the photos, after realizing they aren’t of Herman Park. And I see one in particular, which looks manipulated. Arthur states it is a collage he’s working on… he inserted a bear in the picture. Hucka D. says that’s pretty good. Then Arthur starts making stuff up… he states he put the bear in the picture but then the bear came to life in a way. Next time he looked at the picture it was down out of the tree it was in previously — in this snapshot again — and heading to a hole in the rocks behind Arthur. Arthur follows in the snapshot. Arthur states the bear’s name might be Ben.

Grassy:

Maybe it was Ben who sent Arthur the letter in the first place. Or maybe Hucka D. looks at the photos and sees the story unfolding and realizes this… that Ben sent the letter. Perhaps it is very faint and badly spelt, or the letters ill formed… like a bear would perhaps write. An intelligent bear, a shape-shifting bear mind you. The bear kidnaps Arthur… Arthur does not remember this.

Hucka D.:

Ahhhhh… the *photos* were sent to me, of Arthur being abducted by the bear which isn’t really a bear. Ben. Then I drive or whatever to Arthur, Kentucky to show Arthur the mechanic these pictures, but he says the event didn’t happen. He doesn’t remember it, not really.

Grassy:

The bear collage would have been in the back of the scrapbook of photos, like Arthur was almost ashamed to show it, or left it for the last, as a type of desert. Dessert, I mean.

Hucka D.:

I don’t think it has the form of a bear at that point. Perhaps a woman. Man/woman? Or half human, half bear.

*****

Hucka D.:

Hypothetically, Arthur, let’s say that these events pictured on the photos sent to me happened, and that they were sent by this Ben, which may be short for Benadril.

Arthur had stopped working on his little car, a Porche I believe, but I’m no car expert. He was paying close attention. He was trying to remember.

Arthur:

Ok. Alright. (Lays wrench down on table and wipes hands, and then rubs them against each other to complete the wiping process). Let’s say that’s so little bee. (You see, he was starting to get glimmers of the memory). What now?

Hucka D.:

Well, you could go back to the cave, or find the cave, if that’s where you went. What’s inside? Is Ben still there?

Arthur:

Maybe I don’t care what happened to me, if anything happened. I love that park. I’d like my, um…

Hucka D.:

Comfort zone? (Hucka D. ventures)

Arthur:

I like it the way it is. I don’t want to have weird memories of some abduction in that place.

Hucka D.:

These are difficult times.

Arthur:

Meet me over at my house after work. I’ll be off in about a half hour. I’ll let you meet my wife. No kids, just cats. You can meet them too, if they come out.

Hucka D.:

I’ll fly over to Mammoth Cave in the meantime. You say this happened in Kessinger? Cub Run?

Arthur (sternly):

I haven’t said anything about a location.

Hucka D.:

I wish to know if you don’t mind, so I can tell you if a hole is actually there. Don’t you… well, I’m just going to use my intuition on this. Just a flyover at this point. But I think Kessinger is involved. Cub Run. And hunting.

Arthur:

I was hunting deer, not bear. And I got permission to hunt there. Private land. Nothing illegal about it, if that’s what you’re thinking. It was[n’t] on national park grounds. That’s why I had to go over to Hart County.

Hucka D.:

I think you were hunting illegally. In Cub Run.

Arthur:

Listen, do you want to be invited to my house or not?

Hucka D.:

Ok, you were hunting legally. But you weren’t hunting for deer. No. You were hunting for aliens.

Arthur:

Legal aliens, though. Yeah, that’s it. Not deer. Aliens. I wasn’t going to tell you but you guessed. Now I gotta get back to work. I’m my own boss but that doesn’t mean I can just laze around all day. I have to pay the bills little guy.

Hucka D.:

Ok.

******

So Hucka D. flies over the top of Mammoth Cave National Park from Arthur to near Bee, specifically Cub Run and maybe Kessinger. Cub Run has its own cave. He doesn’t have time to explore except to stare into the mouth. Then he heads back to Arthur. He spots Arthur’s house in the woods far off the main highway for sure. Woods he loves as well. Near the border of the park, maybe even next to it. No, not quite. But close. Of course the wife is surprised by the appearance of Hucka D., the SL bee. She’s fixed lasagna. Hucka D. states he can’t eat human food and he’ll watch tv in the meantime until they can talk. He can hear them talking in the kitchen about the possible abduction. The wife, named Bea, ironically, states that he was gone far longer than he thought he was. She thought he may even be having an affair. She thinks he *was* abducted. They come into the living room. Hucka D. turns off the tv.

Bea:

Go ahead and tell him Arthur. She gives him the two thumbs up.

Arthur:

(clears throat). You could be right little bee.

*****

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