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Ben Cartwright was weary: the coming of spring meant more and more jobs to be
done around the Ponderosa: pastures to be tended, stock to be checked and then
moved to richer grazing, fence mending, line shacks to be replenished and
repaired – the list seemed never ending. And on top of all this, Easter was
approaching. The Giggly Sisters couldn’t just be content with an Easter Egg hunt
– that was far too simple. They were insisting on rolling their eggs down a
hill, which appeared to be some strange Scottish tradition.
There was an enticing smell coming from the kitchen, but Ben only sighed. Ever
since Shrove Tuesday, Hoss had been insisting on having pancakes with lemon
juice and sugar for breakfast and he was fed up with this.
“Hop Sing!” he bellowed in the stentorian tones that had earned him the
sobriquet 'Voice of Canada'. “Can’t we have oatmeal for a change?”
Five pairs of reproachful eyes gazed at him. Only Paw continued snuffling in the
sugar bowl.
“What’s wrong with oatmeal?” he demanded. “Isn’t it Scottish enough for you?”
The redhead favoured him with one of her searching gazes. “We don’t eat
porridge, even when it calls itself oatmeal,” she informed him in implacable
tones.
The blonde smiled sweetly at Ben and decided to pour a little oil on troubled
waters. “I do like your aubergine shirt! It’s very in keeping with the Lenten
season.”
Hoss looked at her in shock. “I don’t hold with all that Lenten fasting,” he
proclaimed. “T’aint right to expect a growing man not to have eight square meals
a day.”
Ben ignored this little sally and addressed himself to the blonde in a vain
attempt to have a sensible conversation, although he didn’t really hold out much
hope.
“I’m rather fond of this colour myself. Mind you, I used to have this lovely
peacock blue shirt, but I haven’t seen it for ages.”
Joe finished his pancake and added “I used to have a really nice jacket in a
sort of bluey-grey …”
The sisters sighed in unison, “The little blue jacket!”
Adam gave Joe a sideways look. “He looked like Peter Rabbit in that!” he
commented, seemingly to no one in particular. Joe bristled with indignation.
“I suppose I should be grateful you didn’t mistake me for a bunny and shoot me
accidentally-on-purpose!”
Adam gritted his teeth, exercised great constraint and managed not to thump his
little brother, who simply couldn’t let go of was a perfectly genuine, if
somewhat unfortunate accident.
Hoss watched Adam’s jaws working away silently and said consolingly “It’s all
right – we know it was a mistake.”
“I-thought-he-was-a-wolf!” Adam forced out between clenched teeth.
“That plumb don’t make sense – I ain’t never seen a wolf with curly hair! Now,
if you’d a thought he was a little lamb …”
Luckily, at this point, Hop Sing beetled in, holding a platter of pancakes. “No
oatmeal,” he said, quite forgetting that the cameras weren’t running, and he
didn’t need to speak in that humiliating singsong accent. “All needed for making
skirlie for supper.” He bustled out again, while everyone grabbed for a pancake
before Hoss could scoff the lot.
Ben fastened his gaze on the sisters, who smiled at him. They just knew what the
next question would be. “What exactly is skirlie?” Ben asked, in dangerous
tones. He hated when he didn’t get what he wanted.
“It’s a traditional Scottish dish, which you serve with mince, or inside beef
olives,” replied the redhead, cheerfully. “Or you can stuff a chicken with it,
if you prefer.”
Joe beamed. He loved skirlie. “Which are we having?” he asked.
“Chicken,” replied the blonde. She had never eaten so much beef in all her life,
as she had since coming to live on the Ponderosa. The redhead nodded vehemently.
She was in full agreement; they ate far too much beef. What the family didn’t
know was that the sisters had persuaded Hop Sing to make some traditional
Chinese food for Easter. It would be such a pleasant change from all the meat
and potatoes.
"Easter won't be the same without The Great Escape to watch on television," the
blonde said mournfully. She was especially fond of the film because her hometown
of Musselburgh got a name check in it. Ben made a small, tutting noise, while
Adam looked down his nose in a somewhat supercilious fashion.
"That would be totally anachronistic," he proclaimed and then returned to
reading the paper, which was miraculously printed in Virginia City, yet managed
to be delivered to the Ponderosa in time for breakfast.
"While riding in divided-skirts that expose their ankles and calves is perfectly
in keeping with the period?" demanded the redhead. "Not to mention riding
astride a horse!"
"They did ride side-saddle in The Lady from Baltimore," Ben said, but even he
had to admit that was a rare occurrence. It was so difficult to get accomplished
equestriennes on the show.
Joe decided it was time to change the subject. "Why don't we go away for a
little spring break?" he suggested. "We haven't been away for ages. In fact, we
haven't had a proper holiday since that trip to San Francisco in season one."
Adam looked affronted. "And I wasn't even there!"
Hoss recalled the trip. "It weren't what you'd call the most restful of
holidays. What with Pa getting' shanghaied an' all."
Ben flushed: he was still rather embarrassed by his bargain basement price. "You
boys have plenty of hunting trips!" he protested. "And you had that lovely break
with that young lady, Adam. Wasn't her name Ruth? You remember - you wore that
leather hair band?"
"I wouldn't exactly call what I went through in The Savage a holiday! And I had
a head wound, and needed the leather band to keep the dressing in place. I
didn't get one of these self-adhesive dressings like Shorty over there wore at
the end of Breed of Violence!"
Joe looked affronted, as well he might. “It was stitched on,” he protested. “And
jolly sore it was, too!”
“Very fetching,” said the redhead quietly, but with her clear diction, everyone
heard. Joe winked at her.
“Well, we can’t have a break right now anyway,” Ben said, with finality in his
tone. “This is springtime, and there’s far too much to do on the ranch for us to
go off gallivanting. But we can have a nice picnic at Easter and hope the Easter
Bunny comes to visit.”
“We don’t have the Easter Bunny in Scotland,” said the blonde, with dignity. Her
eyes lit up with an unmistakable gleam. “But I know one tradition we wouldn’t
mind you doing again, just for us.”
“What’s that?” Ben wanted to know. He couldn’t think of a single thing that was
a tradition.
However, the redhead was grinning. She knew what her sister was thinking of.
“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed.
By now everyone was looking at them. Joe was grinning broadly, infected by the
girls’ enthusiasm.
“You must have another wrestle in the mud,” said the blonde. “Just like in
Springtime.”
The reaction was everything she could have hoped for. Ben scowled, as he
recalled that hideous friend who had dropped in on them. Hoss rolled his eyes as
he thought about the mule team that had started the whole thing. Adam dropped
his head in his hands and groaned. Joe perked up.
“Oh yeah!” he said. “A mud fight!”
The End
Giggly Sisters Productions
April 2003