Tweed Crushes And the Speed of Light

Princess Afternoon was sitting at breakfast with Erasurehead and Sophie Pie. They were having banana fudge pancakes and she was trying out Zoe's pancake trick on Erasure. She was just getting into the part about subjective speeding pancakes when Earasurehead took the last pancake and began munching. "No, wait," cried princess, " You have to win the pancake first!"

"Erasurehead looked blank , his cheeks bulging in mid-chew. " Win the pancake?" he asked,his voice muffled by fudge chunks " I thought they were breakfast" "yes, they are, but the last one has to be won by argument over who gets it", said Princess, waving her hands in distress, trying to decide if the trick would work on the remaining 1/2 pancake. Would it speed the same way as a whole? " But there were four pancakes and you had two, so I thought I could have the last one." Erasure head said reasonably, starting on the second half. Princess gave up and slumped back in her chair. She eyed Sophie Pie wondering if she might whip up four more pancakes and try it out on the new Rugger. But she was full now and anyway,  Sophie looked busy writing about tender tongues massaging things, probably not pancakes. She briefly wondered if you could tongue massage a pancake at the speed of light but that got too confusing, she would probably have to borrow one of  Zoe's postmodern theories on the subject for a better grip on the thing. A heavy clumping broke the silence and Mrs. Lytle arrived in the kitchen, dressed in a fresh spring lilac tweed with matching duty-weight hose and a firmly holstered whiffler at her belt. "Good Morning all", she announced in a very definite sort of a way. Princess noticed that Erasure had gone slightly pink on the top of his baldness and was shifting in his seat looking everywhere but mrs. Lytle. "What's the matter, boy.  Is your private clothing too tight? It's terribly unhealthy , I say. You should see to it immediately before injury occurs" She walked over to the side board and served herself some of the warm English Oats with clotted cream 

Zoe flounced in wearing shortie pajamas and a T-shirt that said "Buddhists Do It With One Hand Clapping". Mrs. Lytle looked slightly perplexed, but unwilling to press the matter, although she suspected root sentence structure oddities.  Tiny Bill was still in his tent, Zoe informed the small group, the Amazons had gotten bored and left. She thought maybe someone should tell him it was safe to come out. "Where's Butler and Bagman?" asked Erasure, still shyly avoiding looking at Mrs. Lytle, he was feeling a little overwhelmed by females who were purported to explode with sharp teeth at any moment. " Still considering the possibilities.' said Zoe. "She looked around for the banana fudge pancakes. "No banana fudgies today?" " There were," said Princess, "Erasure had two and I had two." '"But there are three of us!" said Zoe, " you should have saved me one!" "Princess considered trying to explain how Erasure's tongue had massaged the last one at the speed of light but didn't feel up to the subject. Instead she announced, " I am leaving on a trip tomorrow to Long Island for a week"