in·flu·ence [in-floo-uhns] 1. the capacity or power of persons or things to be acompelling force on or produce effects on the actions,behavior, opinions, etc., of others.
Pay attention to Momoe. Might need night off. ((DOUBLE UNDERLINE!))
Drive to Cleetus’ farm for usual package. get double for holidays.
Will have to leave Babbage pre-dawn to get back within sight of ramparts before sunset.
GREAT DAY ((box and underline))! I love driving across the fells, let’s see how fast the steam carraige can go!
Does Cleetus ever change?
Got usual package instead of double. Used rest of money to buy a porker from C’s stock. Will convince E. that used up this run faster because of hitting it harder to celebrate holidays.
NEVER PUT PIG IN PASSENGER SEAT!!! haven’t seen Anton’s family in a while. Hm.
Staying at Babbitt farm tonight. Mrs. Babbitt looks older, says she missed me these past summers. LISA! She grew up!!!!!
Mr. Babbitt says fast the pig before transporting. Less mess. DOH!
Bolted hog crate to rear of steam carraige. Mrs. Babbitt gave me some pumpkins to bring back too, that will explain it. Think I got all the smell out.
Pig safe in catacombs. Will go into caves tonight after Junie and Emerson are closed up for the night.
“I can’t believe we’ve gone through a pound of leaf so quickly.” Emerson said to Junie as he stared at the hookah. “I’ve never done that before.”
“It is pretty impressive dear,” Junie nodded. “I didn’t even spice any cookies with it this time.”
“It must have been the stress of target practice this afternoon.” Emerson shrugged. “So, what do you figure is up with the Squire anyway?” he asked after taking a pull off one of the hoses.
“What do you mean?” Junie asked.
“I’m not sure…” Emerson trailed off for a moment. “He just seems more civil or something – like how well he’s getting on with Mumu.”
“Well dear,” Junie suggested. “He is a teen-ager afterall. It may be a hormone thing.”
Emerson lost himself to a series of snickers. “Hormone?!?” he managed to choke out as he dissolved into a fit of uncontrolable giggles. “Are we talking about Malus or Lapis?”
Yep there are not enough O’s in smooth to describe our boy Malus…