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alchemist, beaver, bluegrass, Brad, caterwauler, drink me, eat me, fish, Fred, frog, Henry, Irishman, Joyce, Lewis Carroll, Lola, moose, Myrtle, Orwell, Pfeffer, Prima, Rand, Secunda, Tertia
Episode 49: The Epilog
Alex and Myrtle, after they had quit the company, bought a piece of property at the junction of the Chateauguay and Marble Rivers. The remainder of their lives was spent fishing for browns and brookies in Franklin County.
The fish was saved (from flopping around on the floor next to Pfeffer’s desk) by placing him in a huge water bottle. He can be seen there to this day; still procrastinating. His powers of obfuscation have been lost due to the clarity of his environment.
Henry is working in a shoe factory as a polisher. In the evenings and on weekends he continues this task at a local apple orchard.
Brad had a job (that he dearly loved) cleaning the mirrors in a local fitness gym. He became so absorbed with his own image that he could not distinguish between his real self and his reflection. The absorption became so great that he eventually became one with the mirror; never to be seen again.
Lola and Pfeffer ended up robbing liquor stores. They are now incarcerated in a women’s prison in upstate New York. Conjugal visits are neither allowed, nor necessary.
The beaver and the moose were last seen crossing the New York-Canadian border.
The Irishman returned to the glorious green hills of Killarney.
I have no idea what became of the caterwauler.
The alchemist is employed forging scimitars somewhere in the Arabian Peninsula.
The rabbit path (being a dream) can not be elaborated upon other saying that it reoccurs from time to time.
Oh yes, the frog. Apparently he was not dead but simply entered a state of hibernation.
He awoke, moved to the Bronx and worked in a Castle Hill Avenue bodega as a stock boy.
On weekends he saved souls in the Tremont Avenue Pentecostal Church.
On moonless nights he became “Comandante Sapo Concho” (complete with gold lame` cape) and fought crime throughout Parkchester.
waldotomosky 
The caterwauler morphed into a cutie pie as they are wont to do.
Yes, they often become little exo-skeleton multi-bodied-articulated little sweeties (but they still hang on to those banjos as if their life depended upon it.) Take care Virginia.
Wow that’s what I call a happy end! Thanks! I’m afraid the Caterwauler went to Canada where he changed his name into Justin B. and sells his own CD’s.
Aha! I wish I knew that before I started the story. I would have squeezed him in wherever he fit. But then again – – – nah! – – – I don’t think so. Thanks for reading my posts.
So imaginative & so clever Wally! Bravo~
Thank you Cindy. I hope everyone enjoyed it.