Two Swamp Cabins: American English

Memorable/forgettable encounters in the Louisiana-swamp makes for newlywed misadventure worth a tourist's tale after Mardi-Gras.

Louisiana swamps area set goosebumps fiction. Happy Summer-Wednesday to all, 

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AMLAN: We're at New Orleans for Mardi-Gras as excellent newlyweds for time.

DANICA: I concur, hubby...that this Louisiana-swamp jaunt post-festival is great!
AMLAN: We'll find nice American Homeland jars for our love of food and music.

DANICA: What could (possibly) go wrong, in this 21st-Century Selfie-jewelry time?

AMLAN: We'll at least meet interesting Americans in the swamp for Mardi-Gras IQ.

DANICA: Good talk (Facebook-like).

Newlyweds Amlan and Danica darted to a Louisiana swamp area for simple vacation-endurance spirits after cheering Mardi-Gras 'things' in festive gear and knew this sort of 'Halloween-esque' American Homeland jazz was all safe and fun but didn't think they'd encounter two very different 'kinds' of Earthlings in two very different 'kinds' of swamp-cabins for a social media memory (Selfie-like!).

The first Louisiana swamp-cabin they came-upon after wrapping-up Mardi-Gras cheers in the American Homeland seemed nice-enough and inviting and oddly designed and moved them to wander into it seeking some greet for tourist-chat and met a young eerie woman, sitting inside, in a dark-black rabbit head-mask thing next to a very large bowl of very-yummy and aromatic porridge. She refused to tell them her (real) name.

AMLAN: We've got to fly-away to another cabin and shriek for help/guidance now.

DANICA: Whoever that rabbit-girl was in that 1st-cabin has evaded detection, ok.

AMLAN: We'll let someone here know we just tasted her porridge and drew Hell.

DANICA: We couldn't guess she was some kind of bizarre person with tests, hubby.

AMLAN: Well...I'm scared beyond belief...and we need someone sane for help, ok.

DANICA: We'll find it...Facebook-like.

The newlyweds, fleeing in pure horror after a dark engagement with the unnamed 'Rabbit-Girl' in that 1st-swamp cabin they dared to enter for greeting in Louisiana, really just wanted to reach-out to for assistance now and came-upon a small group of more normal-looking swamp-cabins and had no real gut-feeling but to knock on one of them immediately to ask for help (by God).

HERMIT: Welcome to my cabin, heroes.

AMLAN/DANICA: Our phones were stolen by the 'Rabbit-Girl' of your swamp, sir!

HERMIT: I've lived here alone for times...and I don't know of the surrounding folks.

AMLAN/DANICA: Well, you look nice-enough, despite that weird hermit-scarf, sir!

HERMIT: I shall help you, contact authorities...I'm sure you just flirted with Hell.

AMLAN/DANICA: You've no detection or sign of who this Rabbit-Girl is here now?

HERMIT: I do know of some local 'jitters' of disappearances in my swamp area, ok.

AMLAN/DANICA: Fair for fare, sir...so we'll just use your phone (now!), thanx.

HERMIT: Well, that's fair, but I need something before helping you, if you please.

AMLAN/DANICA: What (Facebook-like)?

HERMIT: I'd like you to post online that I don't know Rabbit-Girl (police-gossip).

AMLAN/DANICA: Sure, you're an insurance-conscious swamp-man, sir (fair).

HERMIT: Also...don't reveal I'm a hermit (ok).

AMLAN/DANICA: Geez (Facebook-like).

While the newlyweds sighed for relief and used the hermit's (public?) phone in that 2nd-swamp cabin they entered that vacation-time, the hermit-stranger was kind-enough (or daring?) to take-over some soft-zesty (Indian) cabin-made luchi-bread to the Rabbit-Girl's cabin to appease her but never returned. Amlan/Danica were soon greeted by swamp-rangers who took them back to civilization. Years later, they wondered if the Hermit was somehow in-league with Rabbit-Girl, maybe for some American Homeland tourism-jitters test of the heart (hmmm). After all, not all swamp-dwellers, be they American, are (necessarily)...social.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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