A silence like goatberries in the water bucket fell.
Or should it be: a silence fell like goatberries in the water bucket?
Anyway, a silence fell. Like goatberries in the water bucket.
Finally Crumpet spoke. "Trumpet," she mused. "I see."
"It's brassy," explained Belle Starr.
"I see," said Crumpet, squinting her eyes like a conqueror: "Trumpet."
"Would this mean that Crayola would have to change her name to Trayola?" Dill Pickle inquired. Crayola is Crumpet's mild-mannered quadruplet sister.
"And it's also victorious-sounding," Belle Starr elaborated.
"Trumpet," repeated Crumpet, thoughtfully.
"What if someone's name was Curd?" Moony asked. "What then?"
"Why is Moony still here?" asked the little gray one. "she is not in our posse."
Just then Crumpet's mother Abby strolled over suspiciously.
"What is going on here?" she asked.
"Crumpet is changing her name to Trumpet," said Moony.
"But people will just call her Trumpy Dumps," added the little gray one. "she will be a heroic figure. A heroic embattled figure. Someone will probably make a big statue of her riding a horse and put it in a square somewhere."
"No, that is not going to happen, " said Abby, definitively. "That will not be allowed. None of it." And then she walked away. Just like that. QED.
Another silence fell. Like goatberries in the water bucket.
Then Crumpet yelled, "this posse is cancelled! This posse is now a posse of one!"
And she flounced away. Fuming. Because some people always ruin everything.
