Stranger and Stranger Read Online Free Page B
Author: Rob Reger
house, then (rather shyly) said she could always call him if Raven ever needed a personal escort around town.
WHEW!!!!
Not a great start for us in Silifordville, though.
Later
Raven and I have given the attic its first complete coat of white paint. UGH. We are both smudged and polka-dotted from head to toe. Wish I could take a bath in turpentine to get it all off me. Am hoping one more coat of paint will do it.
At least Great-Aunt Millie was appreciative and levitated Raven until it got me laughing.
Later
Have finished reassembling my lab and its command center, my lovely, lovely Oddisee—better than ever, thanks to Raven’s help!
Am anxious to restart all my various projects. Duplicator and Master Prank are top priority, of course. Am looking forward to a summer full of weird science and prankery. Hopefully the science will lead to more effective prankery!!!
Also cannot wait to do more exploring, including closer surveillance of the neighbors, so I can learn their habits and weaknesses. Let the Summer of Silifordville begin!!!!!
June 4
golems getting on everyone’s nerves, 1; neighbors up in arms, 47
Honking mugworts! Raven is causing more problems! Not sure exactly what got into her, but I suspect she is listening to my random comments to the cats about my plans and interpreting them as suggestions that she ought to act on. So anyway, during the day, while I slept, she wandered the neighborhood again, getting into random conversations, talking to birds, and generally weirding out the populace until the police brought her home. Of course Mom caught the worst of the trouble, as they started asking her hard questions about whether Raven wouldn’t be better off in some kind of institutional setting where she could be looked after properly.
Anyhoodle. Mom has asked me to do something about Raven to prevent further family embarrassment. Am trying to figure out an acceptable solution. I mean, I worked hard on this round of programming, and it seems like such a waste to dumb her down again. And I NEED her to be smarter, to be a second set of hands for me. I’ve got a duplication device to build AND a Master Prank to mastermind! And I want to keep her. I mean, she’s one of my greatest accomplishments, this little golem of mine.
The way I see it, Mom worries a bit too much about whatpeople think. Man, we’ve been over this soooo many times, like when the Blandindulle neighbors complained about my weird weed garden in the front yard, which, OK, to be honest, didn’t exactly color-coordinate with the other gardens on the block and had been known to nibble on passersby.
Or like that time the Buttston school nurse decided I was being neglected, just because I always wear the same outfit. And Child Protective Services didn’t even listen when I tried to tell them how lucky I am that Mom lets me wear what I want. Instead I had to see a shrinkabout why I want to wear the same thing all the time. Lucky for me the guy was half asleep and incompetent. I bored him out of his head talking about science experiments, and after two sessions he told them I was perfectly well-adjusted. Mom and I laughed our cheeks off when it was all over, but, needless to say, I’m pretty sure she suffered all kinds of guilt and anxiety over that one.
Hmm, may need to work out some kind of compromise with Mom after all. Ugh, maybe later. Am itching to do some more Silifordville exploration.
Later—out and about…
Cats and I have done some preliminary patrols of the neighborhood, getting the lay of the land and scoping the neighbors. Got most of their names off mailboxes and have done some minor spying. Just need to know what I’m up against, in a general way.
Later
Morning—time for me to be in bed, but Mom needed to discuss the Raven Issue. I started off by telling her that I thought she’d been through enough on my behalf, and didn’t need the neighborhood gossiping about my golem and asking pointed questions about whether
WHEW!!!!
Not a great start for us in Silifordville, though.
Later
Raven and I have given the attic its first complete coat of white paint. UGH. We are both smudged and polka-dotted from head to toe. Wish I could take a bath in turpentine to get it all off me. Am hoping one more coat of paint will do it.
At least Great-Aunt Millie was appreciative and levitated Raven until it got me laughing.
Later
Have finished reassembling my lab and its command center, my lovely, lovely Oddisee—better than ever, thanks to Raven’s help!
Am anxious to restart all my various projects. Duplicator and Master Prank are top priority, of course. Am looking forward to a summer full of weird science and prankery. Hopefully the science will lead to more effective prankery!!!
Also cannot wait to do more exploring, including closer surveillance of the neighbors, so I can learn their habits and weaknesses. Let the Summer of Silifordville begin!!!!!
June 4
golems getting on everyone’s nerves, 1; neighbors up in arms, 47
Honking mugworts! Raven is causing more problems! Not sure exactly what got into her, but I suspect she is listening to my random comments to the cats about my plans and interpreting them as suggestions that she ought to act on. So anyway, during the day, while I slept, she wandered the neighborhood again, getting into random conversations, talking to birds, and generally weirding out the populace until the police brought her home. Of course Mom caught the worst of the trouble, as they started asking her hard questions about whether Raven wouldn’t be better off in some kind of institutional setting where she could be looked after properly.
Anyhoodle. Mom has asked me to do something about Raven to prevent further family embarrassment. Am trying to figure out an acceptable solution. I mean, I worked hard on this round of programming, and it seems like such a waste to dumb her down again. And I NEED her to be smarter, to be a second set of hands for me. I’ve got a duplication device to build AND a Master Prank to mastermind! And I want to keep her. I mean, she’s one of my greatest accomplishments, this little golem of mine.
The way I see it, Mom worries a bit too much about whatpeople think. Man, we’ve been over this soooo many times, like when the Blandindulle neighbors complained about my weird weed garden in the front yard, which, OK, to be honest, didn’t exactly color-coordinate with the other gardens on the block and had been known to nibble on passersby.
Or like that time the Buttston school nurse decided I was being neglected, just because I always wear the same outfit. And Child Protective Services didn’t even listen when I tried to tell them how lucky I am that Mom lets me wear what I want. Instead I had to see a shrinkabout why I want to wear the same thing all the time. Lucky for me the guy was half asleep and incompetent. I bored him out of his head talking about science experiments, and after two sessions he told them I was perfectly well-adjusted. Mom and I laughed our cheeks off when it was all over, but, needless to say, I’m pretty sure she suffered all kinds of guilt and anxiety over that one.
Hmm, may need to work out some kind of compromise with Mom after all. Ugh, maybe later. Am itching to do some more Silifordville exploration.
Later—out and about…
Cats and I have done some preliminary patrols of the neighborhood, getting the lay of the land and scoping the neighbors. Got most of their names off mailboxes and have done some minor spying. Just need to know what I’m up against, in a general way.
Later
Morning—time for me to be in bed, but Mom needed to discuss the Raven Issue. I started off by telling her that I thought she’d been through enough on my behalf, and didn’t need the neighborhood gossiping about my golem and asking pointed questions about whether
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