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The Tasmanian Devil: Chapter 8
Mar. 13th, 2015 11:35 pmDisclaimer 1: Looney Tunes, the characters, their names, and their likenesses are owned by Warner Brothers and this indicates no claim upon their intellectual property.
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
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Dr. Pehg started her work with preliminaries. She took an inventory of both the available equipment and the available specimens, confirming both personally. In part, this was her standard activity in any new lab or setting, be personally sure of everything. It was too easy to blame any malfunctioning equipment shoddy personelle on the woman being clumsy or just emotional.
In part, this was to avoid thinking about that book. In a way that book, and the ideas contained within, are what allowed her this opportunity. She was hesitant to cast any aspersions upon its contents. But, based on what she'd seen of Mr. Fudd, she hesitated to imagine that there of which she would approve.
She noted, upon the doublecheck of the storage, that a large part of the shed had been devoted what appeared to be basic construction equipment. There was also what must have been Mr. Fudd's hunting supplies. She could possibly have allowed that to go unchecked, as not relevant to her own field. But, she'd had too many experiences of potentially valuable equipment being mislabeled or misplaced for just that reason.
Besides, that book was waiting for her the moment she wasn't busy.
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Mr. Fudd listened and listened again. "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" What else could it be but absolute proof? "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" There were no native people on Tasmania. How could there be? "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" No native animal could have done that. "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" It could only be the very spirit he theorized.
The knocking on the door stopped his reverie. "Entew."
Dr. Pehg opened the door and poked her head in. "Ex-eah ex-eah ex-ah excuse me, Mr. Fudd."
Mr. Fudd perked up. "Have you wead my book?"
"A ne-ah a ne-ah a ne-ah not yet. I wanted to talk about the a de-ah a de-ah a de-ah dynamite in the storage?"
"But, you haven't wead my book yet? Pwease do, post haste, Dr. Pehg."
"A be-ah a be-ah a be-ah About that dynamite? We have potentially volatile explosives where we regularly work, Mr. Fudd."
"They are new expwosives, not yet vowatiwe. I'm stiww considewing Tasmania fow devewopement. Weave it whewe it is, Dr. Pehg. Out of sight out of mind. You focus on weading that book!"
"A be-ah a be-ah -"
"You awe dismissed, Doctow."
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Dr. Pehg gripped her hand into a fist. She'd run into this personality type before. Mr. Fudd was obviously the kind of man who mistook statements like "you make it happen" for strength of personality and leadership skills.
Unfortunately, identifying the personality type only identified the riddle. How do you get through to someone like that?
Well, she could do two things. Firstly, she could do a personal assessment of that dynamite, clarifying that it was properly stored and not leaking.
Secondly, well, secondly was that she would read that damned book.
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Mr. Fudd shook his head. These intellectuals were dealing with the wrong priorities. That must be a consequence of the ivory tower educational system.
"Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!"
He'd have to go collect further recordings.
"Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!"
"This wiww change the wowld."
"Ah eh wooah porky no believe pbthth!"
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True to the word of Dr.s Duhch and Bunnet, dinner consisted of rice and beans along with a tin of spinach, heated in the can and then eaten directly there from. True to Dr. Pehg's word, she ate without difficulty, complaint, or polite restraint.
The book was the part that was hard to swallow.
"A te-ah a te-ah a te-ah To the simple people of rural Mexico," Dr. Pehg read aloud, around a mouth full of spinach. "I a ke-ah a ke-ah a ke-ah collected rattlesnake venom samples from both sides of the US/Mexico boreder. I a ne-ah a ne-ah a ne-ah never met anybody who would want to be called 'simple'."
"Keep reading, doc. It gets worse."
"A the-ah a the-ah a the-ah the mouse is a symbol of the good natured a ke-ah a ke-ah a ke-ah criminal?!? Akin to England's Robin Hood?"
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"But, suwewy, once she undewstands the noetic twuth of intuitive weasoning-"
"No believe. Eee ou no give."
"Wespect? Yes, they wiww give me wespect. Once I pwoove my theowy, they wiww wespect me. I wiww make them!"
"Ah ee ouha pbthth!" The sounds only were only on the edge of becoming words. Instead of definitions, they had feelings. Frustration, gnawing need, desire so primal that it couldn't be contained by even such a word as "hunger".
Disclaimer 2: I know next to nothing about Tasmania or how actual research facilities work.
___
Dr. Pehg started her work with preliminaries. She took an inventory of both the available equipment and the available specimens, confirming both personally. In part, this was her standard activity in any new lab or setting, be personally sure of everything. It was too easy to blame any malfunctioning equipment shoddy personelle on the woman being clumsy or just emotional.
In part, this was to avoid thinking about that book. In a way that book, and the ideas contained within, are what allowed her this opportunity. She was hesitant to cast any aspersions upon its contents. But, based on what she'd seen of Mr. Fudd, she hesitated to imagine that there of which she would approve.
She noted, upon the doublecheck of the storage, that a large part of the shed had been devoted what appeared to be basic construction equipment. There was also what must have been Mr. Fudd's hunting supplies. She could possibly have allowed that to go unchecked, as not relevant to her own field. But, she'd had too many experiences of potentially valuable equipment being mislabeled or misplaced for just that reason.
Besides, that book was waiting for her the moment she wasn't busy.
___
Mr. Fudd listened and listened again. "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" What else could it be but absolute proof? "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" There were no native people on Tasmania. How could there be? "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" No native animal could have done that. "Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!" It could only be the very spirit he theorized.
The knocking on the door stopped his reverie. "Entew."
Dr. Pehg opened the door and poked her head in. "Ex-eah ex-eah ex-ah excuse me, Mr. Fudd."
Mr. Fudd perked up. "Have you wead my book?"
"A ne-ah a ne-ah a ne-ah not yet. I wanted to talk about the a de-ah a de-ah a de-ah dynamite in the storage?"
"But, you haven't wead my book yet? Pwease do, post haste, Dr. Pehg."
"A be-ah a be-ah a be-ah About that dynamite? We have potentially volatile explosives where we regularly work, Mr. Fudd."
"They are new expwosives, not yet vowatiwe. I'm stiww considewing Tasmania fow devewopement. Weave it whewe it is, Dr. Pehg. Out of sight out of mind. You focus on weading that book!"
"A be-ah a be-ah -"
"You awe dismissed, Doctow."
___
Dr. Pehg gripped her hand into a fist. She'd run into this personality type before. Mr. Fudd was obviously the kind of man who mistook statements like "you make it happen" for strength of personality and leadership skills.
Unfortunately, identifying the personality type only identified the riddle. How do you get through to someone like that?
Well, she could do two things. Firstly, she could do a personal assessment of that dynamite, clarifying that it was properly stored and not leaking.
Secondly, well, secondly was that she would read that damned book.
___
Mr. Fudd shook his head. These intellectuals were dealing with the wrong priorities. That must be a consequence of the ivory tower educational system.
"Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!"
He'd have to go collect further recordings.
"Ah ee wooah rabbit ah pbthth!"
"This wiww change the wowld."
"Ah eh wooah porky no believe pbthth!"
___
True to the word of Dr.s Duhch and Bunnet, dinner consisted of rice and beans along with a tin of spinach, heated in the can and then eaten directly there from. True to Dr. Pehg's word, she ate without difficulty, complaint, or polite restraint.
The book was the part that was hard to swallow.
"A te-ah a te-ah a te-ah To the simple people of rural Mexico," Dr. Pehg read aloud, around a mouth full of spinach. "I a ke-ah a ke-ah a ke-ah collected rattlesnake venom samples from both sides of the US/Mexico boreder. I a ne-ah a ne-ah a ne-ah never met anybody who would want to be called 'simple'."
"Keep reading, doc. It gets worse."
"A the-ah a the-ah a the-ah the mouse is a symbol of the good natured a ke-ah a ke-ah a ke-ah criminal?!? Akin to England's Robin Hood?"
___
"But, suwewy, once she undewstands the noetic twuth of intuitive weasoning-"
"No believe. Eee ou no give."
"Wespect? Yes, they wiww give me wespect. Once I pwoove my theowy, they wiww wespect me. I wiww make them!"
"Ah ee ouha pbthth!" The sounds only were only on the edge of becoming words. Instead of definitions, they had feelings. Frustration, gnawing need, desire so primal that it couldn't be contained by even such a word as "hunger".
