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[Introduction]

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Welcome to the cabin!
Nestled in the heart of the woods of Writing.Com far away from the hustle and bustle of real life. Owned and operated by a most caring woman gailey

who spends all her time running after the locals and keeping them in line. Which I must say is quite the job, since their antics would get the better of most.

A place where you can take off your hat, kick off your shoes, and grab a stool right next to the 'ole spittoon. Just make sure you're not sitting in front, some of us just don't have the best aim anymore. In here you will find an array of emotions. On any given day we laugh, cry or scream. Sometimes the tone gets quite serious, but for the most part it is a barrel of laughs.

You know I bet if you walked inside right now you would get a real feel for the place in less than a minute. I see gailey

Goldie

Pam

frostpe Writer of the Winds

and Starr* Rathburn

are there right now, the rest of the locals can't be too far away.
God knows they hate to miss any of the action.

A year ago I ventured onto this site, wow where has the time gone. Shortly there after I found this cabin, I think I forgot the way home. So today I will say a Happy 2nd Birthday to Stories.Com and a Happy 1st Birthday to the Cabin and everyone there, cause without all you guys I wouldn't be here.

Well now, like you, I was directed to this site by "Cher" a little over a year ago. I can't even remember my first visit to the cabin and don't want to venture into the archives to find it. I know that everyday at the cabin a friendly face will tell me to take my feet off the table, unless I keep my shoes on. Once a week I will sweep the floor. What else could I need?

gailey

The cabin was created as a place for anyone to visit and maybe feel comfortable enough to call it their "home". Hopefully those who do visit, feel a little better for having done so. The "residents" of the cabin have truly been a blessing, even though the laundry is still piled in the hamper. Just who does have laundry duty next anyway?

*Looks around innocently to see who's not here yet.* Muddy’s turn to do laundry, yeah that’s it! I love the cabin! I rarely miss a day at stories.com and try not to miss a day at the cabin as well. *Kicks her shoes off and grabs a seat on the porch of the cabin.*

Morn'n gang, looks to me like I'm gonna have to do some searching through those woods. We've got a couple of them MIA. If you be seeing them tell them to get their butts on in here. There's a story to be written.

Darn tootin, Wannabe, there's a story to be written. That dad-gum Pam said she volunteered but last I heard, she's cleaning her house 'stead of this cabin. What about that boy from Red House? Get him in here. Round 'em all up!

gailey

David's not playin' cards with Ed, 'cause Ed's visual mathematics made a queen high straight get lost and flushed - or something like that. Winds is getting proficient at horse and rider racing anouncements and Red was in the lead 'cause I bet on her; which was declared totally "ethical, legal and scrupulous", but the jury's still out on "moral".

Gailey's oar is missing. Morty is mucking around with hodge-podge. Pam wants a bib for chicken soup dribbles. David offered his tomato-colored tablecloth. He is also hosting the love-lorn on a one-way street.

Goldie

Goldielocks bursts into the door with a "Yeehaw".
Sorry that should be "in through". It would have been very messy if she had literally burst into the door.

Pam

Pam is at work, but always feels she's home here at 'The Cabin.' You all have become so dear to me...an extension to my family...and yes, David...please take your feet off the table...I do like a clean cabin...even if I have to dribble all over myself to keep it clean!!!

Writer of the Winds

I can'r rightly recollect when I first heard 'bout this here cabin. I ain't fer sure where it exactly is but I think it's up in the big north on a lake 'cause I saw a recent picture and it's already got snow on the roof. One day we just found it and everybody said, "Ya'll come on in." They's so friendly, we thought we done gone back to Red House, but we hadn't. We did find a home here and Lord knows Bubba needs a home since Honeybunny kicked him out.

I can't recall either when you and Bubba arrived at the cabin, but I do know its never been the same since. Which reminds 'bout time you fix that there window that you two blew threw. Gotta run I here Starr a calling, seems the bears got to the crumbs before she did.

I am puzzled by Ed's 5th grader; whoever he or she is, they are not allowed in here. We live in a constant state of puzzlement, and only make sense to ourselves. Think it's our accents? Or maybe I should take the plug of tobacco out of my cheek before speaking. What do you think, Bubba?

gailey

Bubba thinks? Well, the mystery of the cabin is probably that, when you post a couple of times, you either feel like you want to live there or you don't. If you feel like you do, then you move in, and once your belongings have filled a space, you're a "regular...er inmate...er resident". Then (like an old married couple), we all just understand each other. Wonder if we'll all start lookin' alike?

I am the newly crowned Queen Of The Poetically Inane, er, Insane! Bow at my feet and give me beets, um, beats, maybe treats? I hereby knight David, Winds (sans Bubba), Mr. Ed, Morty and Muddy. They may now join Lady Starr, Gailey, Wannabe, MaryAnne, Pam and Molly in the court. Court is now in session!

Goldie

Excuse me, may I interrupt? I wish to declare my undying love for Bubba and ask for his hand in marriage. However if need be I will accept the entire package instead of just the hand- lol.

Pam

Oh goodie!!! I wedding in 'the cabin.' Goldie...If I clean it extra special nice...can I be a bridesmaid? I can cook too...that's if I can catch that there Possum!

Writer of the Winds

Well now, if you take the entire package instead of just Bubba's hand, that means you get his 200 pound belly and it takes a lot of cornbread and potlicker to fill it up. Weddin' in the cabin, my, my, that sounds good; ought to brighten up the place, but course you gotta have a d-i-v-o-r-c-e first, cause Honeybunny still got dibbs on him and his vast fortune. Last time we audited his assets he had 8 yard youngans and 14 coon dogs, with ole Brummy being the best, and speaking of best, he was his best man in his last wedding. He was also the slimmest, cleanest, smartest and best behaved of the whole lot. So, if you want to marry ole Bubba, you will get a package deal.

Starr* Rathburn

Starr*'s been off chasing vampires and ghosts, trying to tie them down for a story. Living in my own little dreamworld where I get to follow story people around and write down all the crazy things they do.

But whenever I'm feeling lonely, I just make the short trip via My Favorites to Gailey's Cabin, where I know I'll always be welcomed, and feel right at home. Especially when Morty's around--he always brings the Darkside with him, which is just how I like it. If it gets too bright, it hurts my eyes.

Ohhhhh, I Wannabe the marriage planner. Just imagine the cabin on a dark night stung up with mini christmas lights, angels singing, vampires and ghosts lining the way to the to the 'ole spittoon. Sonny and Cher could be the bestman and maid of honour. Mr. Ed could ride the happy couple to the top of the mountain for fireworks. Red Ridinghood could make sure her bear see's the two aren't disturbed.

But who is giving the bride away? Does that devolve to Gailey girl. Think of it, Gailey, you're not losing a Goldie, you are gaining the pot likker until they get back from honeymooning. And where will they go? [lemme see, 1-2-3-4 and this makes 5 sentences, so carry on].

gailey

Guess a lot is gonna be changing since Goldie out-dibbed Honeybunny and got the package deal. Already Wannabe's planning a multi-holiday/"Hee-Haw" wedding and Ed will be taking the lovestruck couple to a mountain top where Red's bear is the bouncer.

So, Starr, keep tryin' to tie down that part of the wedding party; Pam, call the kennel club (I mean caterer); and guys, get out the fans. The outhouse is comin' closer, there's gonna be a hitchin' and life just got easier, 'cause we're gettin' a new dishwasher - the ol' potlicker himself!

I have a bear? Oh yeah, that christmas present from Goldie last year. He's been wantin' to bounce things lately so watch out! He's been takin' bouncing lessons from Tigger. Want me to pick up some grits to throw at the bride and groom once they gets married up?

Goldie

Hey, first thang is first ladies, I gotta get me a hen night. Of course everyone is invited as long as they promise their little cowboy boots with spurs on that they ain't gonna tie me to no fences. Tonite is the hen night, tomorrow is the wedding and then I'm gonna be Mrs Bubba??

Pam

Who's playin' the fiddle? I can hear the wedding song now: "One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, FLOOR," as Ole Bubba & Goldie dance out the door.

Writer of the Winds

Bubba said forget who's gonna do the hitchin' up, his suspenders have always served him just fine. He wants to know if there's a mother-in-law involved in this affair, cause as he said, "I dun had three too many maw-in-laws already and I ain't gonna have a nuther one." And another thing, where is this wedding gonna take place? Dilbert, Bubba's double first cousin on his grandma's side has talked to the local Walmart and they can have the wedding there so as to save time on their shopping. Just do the shopping, stop by the notions departement where all the flowers are and hitch up, do the reception in the Dairy Queen what's in the store and through the checkout to their honeymoon shack.

Bubba this be your lucky day for there ain't no mother-in-law to be frett'n 'bout. The three bears decided mama needed a vaction, and sent her on an extended one. Goldie tells the story best, but the short end of it is, one day Goldie wanted to send her mama to the moon, and the next night there she be sitt'n atop the moon frantically waving her arms. We haven't quite figured out the morse code mama be using, but mama is there faithfully every night since.

Ya hear that, Bubba, now get yourself up to that guy who thinks he's a parson. Actually I think it's Ed in the suit he had on in Baltimore. I smell Pam's cooking for the 'ception and hear the corks popping, but I want to here the two of yew say I dew. Ya know I cry at weddins, so you put on your galoshes and fix that hair willya. I'm so happy I am like a pig in manure.