The thing Jee Banferd appreciated most about his life these days was the comfortableness about it all. Gilba Gilba was a comfortable town, it was true, and it was most true for those who lived their whole lives in it and Jee Banferd was such a fella and that’s who this scene’s about. It needed to be said that the daily temps were sinkin’ too low for a casual puff o’ t’backer on one’s back porch but that didn’t keep Jee from tryin’ every now ’n then.

For indeed Jee did have such a back porch for just that sorta activity and he weren’t be lettin’ some sorta early Autumn Freeze keep him from leavin’ t’backers unsmoked.

“Ahhh,” he said too loud and too obvious as he exhaled. The mixture of his breath and the smoke in the sharp cold air made for clouds of illusion. Catcher’s Moon, another Catcher’s Moon that is, was risin’ tonight in the east or west or northwest or wherever such a glowball comes from this time o’ year. He looked at it and went into a mood all pensive-like. Catcher’s Moons rose a lot in the Autumn and the more of ‘em as went noticed the more you can be assured of a wet Autumn!

That’s just the way things went out here, no sense fightin’ it. No sense changin’ it. The fiercely fine t’backer raced through Jee’s bloodstream and gave them that relaxed, heady feel that all writers resort to when they’re lazy enough not to think of a few other words that could describe the same sensation with just a bit more creativity.

That Crylax fella bothered ol’ Jee Banferd yes it’s a fact of the world that he did. Why’s he comin’ around here this peaceful Gilba Gilba startin’ up the rumors and stirrin’ all the minds into a heated mess? Jee just wanted to find hisself a nice lass o’ the land and start up their tea makin’ business. Jee was well nigh into middle age without much prospects on either account but he kept hisself positive when he could. No family to speak of meant no sorta inheritance and it was all he could do to stay coastin’ by helpin’ out Heemee and bein’ the maintenance man for establishes like the Ragged Maiden and Teevee’s Tavern. The old mill needed upkeep too and well Jee Banferd he was the one for the job.

Jee finished off his t’backer and a heavy sadness descended on him like a thin sheet.