The Clutterbuck Saga, or The First Thanksgiving

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Description

A monologue featuring Mr. Cholmondeley (pronounced Chumley) and an invisible character written and acted by Bob Sterry

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the Clutterbuck saga Tales of the Frontier Episode one We Take You Now to a low cabin in the woods of northern New York around 17 50. But Family Family, recently arrived from England, are settling in with the help of their loyal and rather unusual housekeeper, Mrs Gardenia Clutterbuck. On this day, Mr Chumley, a lawyer, is anxious to know the likelihood of his getting lunch or any kind of nourishment in the very near future. But Mrs Clutterbuck, I distinctly asked that lunch be served. It known. What's that, Mrs Clutterbuck? You couldn't get rid of your visitors. Mr. And Mrs Chingachgook came over for a chat and stayed well past 11. I don't care if they are the last of the Delaware Mohicans. They've no business upsetting my lunch. There aren't very many Chambliss left, either Mrs Clutterbuck, but we don't go lurching around the landscape, disrupting other peoples to just it plans. And now they're coming over on Thursday for dinner of all the confounded nerve but bringing gifts you say, a turkey. What's a turkey? Mrs Clutterbuck, like a chicken but bigger, like a duck, only bigger and can't fly. But like a goose and uglier. Sounds revolting. What does one do with it? Eat it, Mrs Clutterbuck. Surely we've had enough of these local fruits that we don't have to eat. Something quite as appalling as this creature sounds. Those pumpkin omelettes algal Quinn you made last week. We're really rather unusually chewy. The turkey tastes better if one eats it with cranberries, I'll wager it does. About a bushel of cranberries for every turkey I should think. Huh? Oh, yes. What's that, Mr Mrs Chingachgook? Want to bring a few friends from Delaware over and make it a bit of a party? Just exactly how many does that mean? I remember the last time they came over, smoked all my tobacco and made Mrs Chumley quite distraught with all the singing and dancing. What? Oh, ah, Harvest party. Well, that does sound a little bit more respectable. And so began the first Thanksgiving dinner. The families and the change. Cooks are still arguing about who should have done the washing up