" Chaos umpire sits,
And by decision more embroils the fray
By which he reigns; next him high arbiter
Chance governs all."

      -John Milton ( Paradise Lost ) 1608-1674

Fletcher can smell taste the bizarreness that awaits him and his crew Jive Boy, Jason Aki, Slick Brainy as the RCIA chopper descends on the roof of Ravens Haven castle after a sublime day on private waters. The roll call of recent guests now includes the lovely but very bossy recently placed under house arrest Martha Steward, three 4 foot tall green alien insect looking dudes that want to take over the world but also are open for unabashed inter galactic water oriented human activity, and last but not least her Blondness la Sharon Stone about to decamp for Fark Wark Azoo the location of her next epic " Return of the Zombies Part Six " Of course any other household might be disoriented by this pack of creatures who will be joined shortly with the equally bossy " Govonnator baby! Not to mention the sudden med evac of our dear old friend the X President who is now resting and recovering thank god.! Timba jumps into Quill's arms as he ascends first to the fly tower after being handed a note that says his much anticipated shipment of feathers found at the Samoan Voodoo cave dig have arrived.

" Excuse me sir, all the guests are quite eager to speak with you shall I begin a late lunch? "

" Yes, I will be down in an hour, ask Martha to come up after Sharon and then the little green dudes?"

" I must say Fletcher your place makes my Hollywood digs look like a funeral parlor, it never stops here does it? I hear you have had Paris models to X Presidents to Keith Richards, ok I'm impressed, I did expect a more peaceful reading room sort of character instead of an international jet setting, peace diplomat who sings back up vocals for keiths other band " The Expensive Wino's". So what do you do for an encore Mr. Go for what you know? How can it be that I meet a guy who lives a life I'm completely jealous of, I love that, love that. Even your old haunt San Francisco is back woods compared to your life Quill."

" Love you too sweety, have you and Martha been practicing folding party napkins?"

"Excuse me sir it's the Cowboy"

" Fletcher Quill, This election is the in the bag son, we have to chat, I just spoke to a crowd of 5000 old growth loggers up in your Northwest, told them to sharpen those saws boys we have a few new homes to build in whats left of Florida! Hell, my little brother found himself a real job in that poor disentegrating old folks home of a state. Did Slick Brainy tell you about all the booty he has been chewin lately. Now people see that boy coming they get afraid, he scares me sometimes!"

" Sounds like you have this election locked up sir, what can I do to help my President, how about you make me the secretary of the Interior so I can make America's waters fly friendly from sea to shining sea sir?"

Suddenly Martha Steward and the three space aliens burst in and want to hang with the Cowboy as well.

" Mr. President your now on conference loud speaker with my guests Martha Steward, Sharon Stone and our three new friends Bockro, Manna and Oopo from the Blue Universe three million light years south of Neptune."

" Mr. President lets talk pardon my dear, this silly nonsense may stop the spring planting this year!"

" Been watching closely Martha, my wife would kill me if I didn't send you a sharp file in a cake, rest assured when the smoke clears we will do what's right."

" Sharon Stone here sir, have you or any of your relatives ever been to San Francisco? Why have neither you or your opponent stepped foot in the this great left coast city of love and forgiveness?"

" That's Indian country Sharon, back in Texas we string up people who talk like that darlin. Now how about you coming to our Thanksgiving dinner and we can discuss your life in Sodom with the news boy. Before I go a big welcome to the three gentlemen from the Blue Universe, looking forward to hearing your complete thoughts on our future together and global oil exploration hey Oopo baby."

" We are not exactly at all sure about the " We " aspect Mr. President..."

" Jason Aki here Mr. Presdent, three quick questions sir, did you or did you not get a butt kick in that first debate? Is anyone anywhere alive or dead prepared to say they saw your body in that guard unit and I really want to know were you a cheer leader in college?"

Timba continues to stare in disbelief as the three space dudes seem to vibrate and quiver as they utter a peculiar sound that kind of bears a resemblance to the kings English, sort of... Quill is busy tying four sets of new California Caddis patterns tied with the cream colored five thousand year old Samoan Voodoo feathers. He has waiting customers in Africa where the flies will be used by descendants of famous Botswana Chiefs who now fly fish sacred pools white men have never seen.

Stay tuned for next episode - Will Timba get used to vibrating space dudes- will Jason Aki be first man drafted?)