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Friday, November 8, 2013

Happy Days for Warrior Women by Phineas Redux

Here they are again. Doing those things that busy warriors do all day—you know, righting wrongs; helping people out; kicking bad-guy’s asses; stopping wars; starting wars; having the usual loving misunderstandings, that could happen to anyone; the usual sort’a day, in fact —

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Xena and Gabrielle are astounded, on turning a corner in the forest, to find Joxer taking one of his four-times-a-year baths in a nearby river. Well, it’s not a sight you see every day!

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“ . . . wasn’t it nice of the Centaurs to visit us today? By the way, what’s this I nearly just stepped on? Never seen anything like it!”

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It’s a hard job, but someone’s got to do it.

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“Whad’ya mean Xena? That ain’t the ocean waves I can hear? A small girl’s voice just informed me you take far too much exercise. She want’s a quiet life, thank you very much!”

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“I’m gon’na call ‘em ‘kites’, an’ patent the plans at the Alexandria Library. We’ll be rich!”

“Don’t be silly Xena, these things’ll never catch on. Here, keep tight hold of me!”

“Don’t worry, baby. Don’t worry, I got’cha.”

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Gabrielle prepares to give an unsuspecting rabbit a very nasty shock.

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“Ha! At last, ya finally got that old fool Aristotle t’write something interestin’. ‘The Life and Times of Xena and Gabrielle’, in ten scrolls. We’ll be famous. I feel sort’a humble, Gabrielle.”

“Humble my beautiful ass, Princess. It’ll probably be used for the bottom of people’s pie-dishes all over Greece, an’ be lost t’the world in a year’s time.”

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A Southern Lady with a sword, harbouring a dual personality with a bad attitude.

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“No, this isn’t a water-bottle Xena. Now, if I can only figure out how to invent a packet of matches we can retire ol’ Ares an’ make the world a safer place from marauding warlords—I think!”

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Isn’t it wonderful—‘Hug a Princess Today’, and ‘Hug an Amazon Queen Today’, both falling on the same date! Who’da believe’d it!

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“ . . . and also, Xena, if you let me come with you I can be there t’pull these bloody boots off every night. What more could you possibly want?”

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There you have it. Another on-going strand in the Odyssey of our favourite ladies. And there’s yet more to come, never fear!

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