Please more Ben and Kiki moments, they are so cute.
Good stuff. I like Suse and her determination to join the panzerkorps--and that line's perfect!As for Suse, if she can't join the Panzerkorps because, she might as well join the AT-helos. If she can't join'em, she may as well giv'em brown pants.
Gah!!!Kiki was trying to figure out how to respond to that. Sweetheart?
The size of the clue stick that is needed to pound something through Kiki's (admittedly damaged) skull sometimes!
Like the little fact that practically EVERYONE knows that Ben is her boyfriend AND THEY DON'T CARE!! Even her father is onboard with it. She is not going to be forced into that dynastic marriage that her mother was trying to arrange. All of the potential matches have mostly figured that out for themselves, the fact that she could easily slit their throats if they pushed the matter aiding in the thought processes.
"In life, there are assholes. These people live simply to take advantage of others and use them because that's the only way they know to exist. Fortunately, you are not one of these people, unfortunately, they will do there best to turn you into one. You will have to fight and struggle not to, but that doesn't mean you should allow yourself to be walked all over. Like people, do everything you can to help people, but when it comes to trusting them with so much as a pfenning, be certain first."Get Thee To A Nunnery?
Not sure if that's even on Kira, most of Kikis neuroses seem pretty independent of her.Her bloody mother really did a number on her, didn’t she...
Someone - preferably Daddy dearest - is just going to need to tell her point blank. “Marry whoever the hell you want, even this guy. The world is changing, dynastic marriages are no longer a necessity’.
Reminds me of when we first brought the dogs at a old job down to the sheep after having lambs. The good news is, nobody got hurt, and the dogs were very understanding about the headbutts.The sheep who had appeared in the meadow were going about their usual sedate lives. The lambs stopped what they were doing and ran to ewes who kept wary eye on Kiki as she passed. They wouldn’t go anywhere near so long as she had Rauchbier with her.
“They just don’t want to play with you Smoke” Kiki said as they walked down the trail.
I have seen dairy cows, bred to be placid but had recently calved, gathering to trample a dog that a contractor had stupidly brought on-farm & let out of his vehicle. Idiot got upset when I told him to lock his damn dog in his truck before either the cows turned it into red mud or the boss came & shot it. Idiot then got ordered off the farm, his boss was told never to send 'that idiot' back ever again and he was practically blackballed by the farming community.Reminds me of when we first brought the dogs at a old job down to the sheep after having lambs. The good news is, nobody got hurt, and the dogs were very understanding about the headbutts.
Funnily enough, the little Cocker Spaniel mix, who was up there in years, and more akin to the grand dame of the pack, got headbutted later by her counterpart in the flock. Her resposne was to growl and retalliate with a headbutt of her own. I barely believed it, and I was THERE.
That said, you can bring a dog into a sheep flock, if you know the temperment of both parties, have a good leash, and the breed isn't one to pick fights with bigger animals.
I'm from Kansas, you don't turn your back on any Bull unless you know that one inside and out. The old joke about the bull being <insert time here>fast, how fast are you is not a joke.I have seen dairy cows, bred to be placid but had recently calved, gathering to trample a dog that a contractor had stupidly brought on-farm & let out of his vehicle. Idiot got upset when I told him to lock his damn dog in his truck before either the cows turned it into red mud or the boss came & shot it. Idiot then got ordered off the farm, his boss was told never to send 'that idiot' back ever again and he was practically blackballed by the farming community.
By the way, as placid as dairy cows may be, NEVER turn your back on a dairy bull, especially Jerseys', they can be evil-minded bastards. I have seen one go from happily chewing cud to actively trying to obliterate a co-worker in less than a second, then go back to chewing cud again as if nothing had happened. Co-worker was ok, but had to go home for reasons.
Agree on that. Especially in rut, when they will even attack the pickup that's bringing them their food.I'm from Kansas, you don't turn your back on any Bull unless you know that one inside and out. The old joke about the bull being <insert time here>fast, how fast are you is not a joke.
I am aware of that. Its just that too many assume that because the dairy cow is so placid, the bull must be as well. That said, turning around in the herringbone shed to cup the next cow & finding a bull standing in the pit behind me... damn near brown trouser time... luckily it ever so gently trotted past me & out the front of the shed, without dislodging a single set of cups. Took about an hour for my hands to stop shaking.I'm from Kansas, you don't turn your back on any Bull unless you know that one inside and out. The old joke about the bull being <insert time here>fast, how fast are you is not a joke.
The illusions of familiarity. There are people who rock climb & mountaineer for fun but are terrified of flying. That said, rope & rocks are a lot more primitive and are up close & personal.It's easy to trust a super-sonic aircraft capable of reaching low orbit.
A bit of rope and some rocks however are a totally different matter.
The age old risk of being a bard/troubadour. Piss off your patron at your peril.“That girl doesn’t pay much mind to that which she leaves behind” Kiki sang the first verse of the song She walks in Sunshine in accompaniment of her guitar. She had told Ben many times that her singing voice was awful. While she wasn’t classically trained like her sister Vicky, her voice was more than adequate for singing the sort of pop song that she was currently playing. She progressed through the verses until she reached the chorus. It was funny how Kiki playing the song this way changed the emphasis. When the Moondogs played it, people heard the poppy chorus as opposed to the verses.
“No wonder Zella hates this song” Ben said to Kiki who stopped when he said that.
“She made a point of ignoring the band the next time they came through Berlin, not putting the announcement of their show ahead of time in the Berliner” Kiki replied, “It made for a boring show, apparently. I wasn’t there, hardly anyone else was either.”
Looks like Ben's patience might be running out. It won't be long before he demands she make her mind up about their relationship, something the Kaiser is on his side about.The look of surprise on Kiki’s face when she had walked in and had seen him at the table on Sunday night had been worth the trip so far out of his way. Still, it was nice that his presence here didn’t involve a lot of sneaking around. Even if Ben didn’t need to presume that a mouse didn’t fart here without Erwin Rommel knowing about it, he had seen how destructive Kiki’s habit of doing that had been back home. The worrying part was that Kiki seemed to enjoy employing subterfuge even if it wasn’t really needed. It wasn’t a game he wanted to play anymore.