Puppy chases Squirrel.
Jan 16, 2022 19:55:17 GMT -5
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Post by Bob Grenier on Jan 16, 2022 19:55:17 GMT -5
OOC: a little short. Slowly returning to form haha
(Bob Grenier is in his garage, A 1970's Polaris snowmobile is tipped upside down and he is tinkering with the spark plugs, attempting to start it. It's an ongoing project that has never come to completion. This project started 3 years ago when he fished the old machine out the lake behind his property, It sat for 40 years, Since the day Uncle Sonny plunged it into the depths of Devonshire Lake and decided against the process of retrieving it. His faithful sidekick Champ, A Jack Russell Terrier frantically chases a squirrel Bob calls Rambo, The squirrel has been through some wars, The rodent is missing part of an ear and half a tail.)
Bob: Champ, Hate to break it to you buddy, You are not going to catch him. He's got the advantage of experience. He's too smart for you.
(Champ briefly breaks away from his chase and stares at Bob. Rambo the squirrel darts out the garage unscathed, as he usually does. The snowmobile finally shows some signs of life and turns over. Bob turns it off and flips it right side up. He starts it again and revs it up, ready to make the 8 mile drive from his property to the town center.)
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(Iroquois Falls is a town in Northern Ontario, Canada. The town centre lies 11 km east of Hwy 11 on the banks of the Abitibi River, west of Lake Abitibi. Timmins, one of the largest cities in northern Ontario, is approximately 70 kilometres to the southwest. This is where Bob Grenier was born and raised. He has stopped his sled in front of "DJ's Collectibles" and is inside talking to the owner, Danny Thomas)
Danny: I tracked down that jersey you've been after!
(Danny hands him a Team Canada 2002 Olympic jersey with Joe Sakics' number 91 and a "C" on the chest.)
Bob: I love it. 2002, That was a proud time to be a Canadian. If Canada is a sewer, It's the sweetest smelling sewer I ever lived in!
(The two men comically put their hands to their hearts in unison in a salute to Canada.)
Danny: I don't think anyone in this country will ever forget where they were at that moment. So, You are really coming back?
Bob: I am. I have Gideon Cross coming out to the farm for this Iroquois Falls Street Fight.
Danny: I bet this entire town shows up for that.
Bob: Nothing would make me happier. I'm gonna take Gideon to the shores of Devonshire Lake and drown his career before it even really begins.
Danny: You oughta dump him on Cameron's Beach and let the wolves have at him.
Bob: Get the word out for me, January 23rd.. 1759 Berlinghoff Rd. We're gonna have ourselves a classic beat down.
Danny: Remember back in high school, When the other football teams refused to play us because we were too violent and aggressive?
Bob: We still haven't gotten our football program reinstated.. You put a bunch of farm kids out on the gridiron, Someone is gonna get hurt. We were some mean sons of bitches on that field.
(Both men smile as they look back fondly on those days.)
Danny: It's nice to have you back home Bob! Back to being yourself at that. Remember all those times we'd brawl with those kids from Ansonville?
Bob: Just like our fathers and grandfathera did before us. We'd cross the tracks by the car load and those Ansonville kids would be waiting for us with baseball bats and chunks of 2x2..
(As Iroquois Falls grew in the 1930's, a new community within the town began to emerge. An area known first as "The Wye" (Where the train tracks split into a "Y shape) grew to the south, and was at first a ramshackle collection of cabins and shacks. It later became known as Ansonville. Ansonville had little town planning, and no water, sewer, or electrical service. Animosity was frequent between Ansonville and Iroquois Falls, and many residents of Iroquois Falls condemned Ansonville "as a dark den of foreigners engaged in regular street brawls, illegal alcohol consumption, and other unsavoury activities")
Bob: We inherited our toughness. We sure gave some beatings back then, took our fair share as well.
Danny: This isn't some rinky dink town.
Bob: He said that? I wasn't sure. He has no substance.. He's just words on a page with no structure, There's no panache. All filler, No killer. I don't take kindly to being the victim in somebody's monologue.
Danny: There's no story anymore, No originality.
Bob: Gideon was right about one thing, I'll give him that.
Danny: What's that?
Bob: This is some backwoods shit we're about to see.
Danny: It's a young puppy chasing a wily old squirrel.
Bob: After this match were gonna go up to Nelson's Nest and divy up the Carrington Rye, for old time sake.
Danny: The 81?
Bob: Wouldn't have it any other way.
(Danny and Bob hug like old friends and he exits the store. Bob fires up the snow mobile again, It runs pretty smoothly now for a 1970 Polaris with one cylinder.)
(A shirt time later he sits on the aforementioned Cameron's Beach. It is -40 and feels like -50 with the wind chill. Any unprepared man will freeze to death in these conditions. He sits on his snowmobile looking over the frozen lake sipping from a thermos of coffee. Another rider quickly pulls up beside him.)
Rider: Ever cold eh?
(Bob just nods his head slowly.)
Rider: Everything OK?
Bob: Good as they can be.
(Bob hands the thermos over and the rider quickly accepts it. The rider gets quiet himself as he also looks towards the sheet of ice.)
Rider: I come out here when I miss my old man.
Bob: I miss my dad too. We used to fish here in the summer, drill a hole in the winter.
Rider: People can say what they want about this small town life, Living off this land. Working for what you have but I'm proud of where we're from.
Bob: This shit builds character. This is the greatest town in the world. This town is gonna show up for me because that's what we do. I didn't stack the deck against Gideon, I just dealt the cards.
Rider: Who is Gideon? Are you sure you're alright?
Bob: Just a rich kid I'm gonna beat the black off of.
(Bob puts his helmet on and straps in. He turns over the engine and it miraculously starts again. He cuts through the trail in the dead of night heading towards the farm. The eyes of the wolves and coyotes watch him in the distance.)
(Bob Grenier is in his garage, A 1970's Polaris snowmobile is tipped upside down and he is tinkering with the spark plugs, attempting to start it. It's an ongoing project that has never come to completion. This project started 3 years ago when he fished the old machine out the lake behind his property, It sat for 40 years, Since the day Uncle Sonny plunged it into the depths of Devonshire Lake and decided against the process of retrieving it. His faithful sidekick Champ, A Jack Russell Terrier frantically chases a squirrel Bob calls Rambo, The squirrel has been through some wars, The rodent is missing part of an ear and half a tail.)
Bob: Champ, Hate to break it to you buddy, You are not going to catch him. He's got the advantage of experience. He's too smart for you.
(Champ briefly breaks away from his chase and stares at Bob. Rambo the squirrel darts out the garage unscathed, as he usually does. The snowmobile finally shows some signs of life and turns over. Bob turns it off and flips it right side up. He starts it again and revs it up, ready to make the 8 mile drive from his property to the town center.)
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(Iroquois Falls is a town in Northern Ontario, Canada. The town centre lies 11 km east of Hwy 11 on the banks of the Abitibi River, west of Lake Abitibi. Timmins, one of the largest cities in northern Ontario, is approximately 70 kilometres to the southwest. This is where Bob Grenier was born and raised. He has stopped his sled in front of "DJ's Collectibles" and is inside talking to the owner, Danny Thomas)
Danny: I tracked down that jersey you've been after!
(Danny hands him a Team Canada 2002 Olympic jersey with Joe Sakics' number 91 and a "C" on the chest.)
Bob: I love it. 2002, That was a proud time to be a Canadian. If Canada is a sewer, It's the sweetest smelling sewer I ever lived in!
(The two men comically put their hands to their hearts in unison in a salute to Canada.)
Danny: I don't think anyone in this country will ever forget where they were at that moment. So, You are really coming back?
Bob: I am. I have Gideon Cross coming out to the farm for this Iroquois Falls Street Fight.
Danny: I bet this entire town shows up for that.
Bob: Nothing would make me happier. I'm gonna take Gideon to the shores of Devonshire Lake and drown his career before it even really begins.
Danny: You oughta dump him on Cameron's Beach and let the wolves have at him.
Bob: Get the word out for me, January 23rd.. 1759 Berlinghoff Rd. We're gonna have ourselves a classic beat down.
Danny: Remember back in high school, When the other football teams refused to play us because we were too violent and aggressive?
Bob: We still haven't gotten our football program reinstated.. You put a bunch of farm kids out on the gridiron, Someone is gonna get hurt. We were some mean sons of bitches on that field.
(Both men smile as they look back fondly on those days.)
Danny: It's nice to have you back home Bob! Back to being yourself at that. Remember all those times we'd brawl with those kids from Ansonville?
Bob: Just like our fathers and grandfathera did before us. We'd cross the tracks by the car load and those Ansonville kids would be waiting for us with baseball bats and chunks of 2x2..
(As Iroquois Falls grew in the 1930's, a new community within the town began to emerge. An area known first as "The Wye" (Where the train tracks split into a "Y shape) grew to the south, and was at first a ramshackle collection of cabins and shacks. It later became known as Ansonville. Ansonville had little town planning, and no water, sewer, or electrical service. Animosity was frequent between Ansonville and Iroquois Falls, and many residents of Iroquois Falls condemned Ansonville "as a dark den of foreigners engaged in regular street brawls, illegal alcohol consumption, and other unsavoury activities")
Bob: We inherited our toughness. We sure gave some beatings back then, took our fair share as well.
Danny: This isn't some rinky dink town.
Bob: He said that? I wasn't sure. He has no substance.. He's just words on a page with no structure, There's no panache. All filler, No killer. I don't take kindly to being the victim in somebody's monologue.
Danny: There's no story anymore, No originality.
Bob: Gideon was right about one thing, I'll give him that.
Danny: What's that?
Bob: This is some backwoods shit we're about to see.
Danny: It's a young puppy chasing a wily old squirrel.
Bob: After this match were gonna go up to Nelson's Nest and divy up the Carrington Rye, for old time sake.
Danny: The 81?
Bob: Wouldn't have it any other way.
(Danny and Bob hug like old friends and he exits the store. Bob fires up the snow mobile again, It runs pretty smoothly now for a 1970 Polaris with one cylinder.)
(A shirt time later he sits on the aforementioned Cameron's Beach. It is -40 and feels like -50 with the wind chill. Any unprepared man will freeze to death in these conditions. He sits on his snowmobile looking over the frozen lake sipping from a thermos of coffee. Another rider quickly pulls up beside him.)
Rider: Ever cold eh?
(Bob just nods his head slowly.)
Rider: Everything OK?
Bob: Good as they can be.
(Bob hands the thermos over and the rider quickly accepts it. The rider gets quiet himself as he also looks towards the sheet of ice.)
Rider: I come out here when I miss my old man.
Bob: I miss my dad too. We used to fish here in the summer, drill a hole in the winter.
Rider: People can say what they want about this small town life, Living off this land. Working for what you have but I'm proud of where we're from.
Bob: This shit builds character. This is the greatest town in the world. This town is gonna show up for me because that's what we do. I didn't stack the deck against Gideon, I just dealt the cards.
Rider: Who is Gideon? Are you sure you're alright?
Bob: Just a rich kid I'm gonna beat the black off of.
(Bob puts his helmet on and straps in. He turns over the engine and it miraculously starts again. He cuts through the trail in the dead of night heading towards the farm. The eyes of the wolves and coyotes watch him in the distance.)