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Swelteringly hot this week for us and our poor old Labrador had the runs a couple of days ago. [He seems better now.]
          
          I've two new books in the work; one is "The Song In The Dust" and the other is "Copper In The Shadows."
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Ten*
          
          *Vitani's uniform jumper is heavily saturated, clinging to her locked vertibrae, while her shellacked topknot has deflated into a limp, dripping sponge over her Aviator Frames. Next to her, Madoa's navy blue velvet bomber jacket has ballooned with water, and her towering, gold ~ pinned "beehive" hair looks like a thoroughly waterlogged velvet block.*
          
          *Directly in front of them, Director Hives, Ceceilia Kang, and Simba are analysing the fabric crisis.*
          
          Bob: Oh, dear...this is a severe domestic liquidity bottleneck! Under our Custodial Agreement Framework, we have exactly zero budget allocated for premium velvet decontamination. If Associate Nala sees these salt ~ stained wrinkles on the Morning Inspection Sheets, our compliance rating is going to hit an immediate infrastructural failure.
          
          Ceceilia: The fabric degredation is Mathematically Catastrophic, Director Hives. Madoa's velvet pile has experienced a 70% loss of textural density, and Vitani's jumper is creating an unacceptable evaporation drag loop on my elevated Command Deck. We cannot initialise Tuesday's Multi ~ Variable Calculus routing loop with our Primary Systems Administrator operating at a 32% hardware insulation deficit.
          
          Simba: Ha, ha, ha! Don't look at me, Professor Kang! My primary red steel tool chest has high ~ speed power drills, three ~ inch lag bolts, and heavy ~ duty socket spanners, but it doesn't carry a factory ~ grade garment steamer.
          
          *Simba slaps the side of his Utility Truck bed, pointing towards the lower Laboratory ports with a broad grin.*
          
          Simba: But I'll tell you what I do have! I've just finished bolting down those two massive, stainless steel centrifuges inside the Honey Labs! If we crank those babies up to maximum velocity, we can use

Another quiet day for today; the goats had plenty to say for themselves and there were lots of members of the public wandering about, so hopefully we stand to make a tidy profit.
          
          And I've got more Lion Guard stories in mind to write; no names in mind for either of them, however.
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Nine*
          
          *Meanwhile, up in the cargo deck of Simba's Ford F ~ 250 Utility Pickup Truck, Fuli and Bunga are treating the Rescue Operation like a high street comedy lookbook showcase.*
          
          Fuli: Ha, ha, ha! Look at their posture, Ceceilia! That is a total baseline retail defeat for the Tower Squadron! I think Madoa's flattened beehive hair just dragged their compliance score straight out of stock!
          
          Bunga:  *Bouncing frantically atop the Recycling Bins* Zuka Zama! Crane transit entering the final quadrant! Pull them over the Guardrail, big Boss Simba! Their lookbook metrics are completely waterlogged!
          
          *With one final, thunderous heave from Simba's muscular arms, the iron winch hook clears the stone line ~ *SNAP!*
          
          *Ceceilia steps over their shivering forms, drawing a massive, red line across her tablet screen.*
          
          Ceceilia: The operational grading is finalised, ladies. Your extractional trajectory was an absolute structural catastrophe, however, because your physical mass remained securely anchored to a common Engineering line, Nicola Simpson's digital smokescreen maintained a 100% data blackout. Kovu's Desktop Tracking App currently registers nothing but an empty, dead ~ zone storage cellar.
          
          Simba: Good work, team! Now, pack up those wet shop towels, and let's get those high speed sugar centrifuges fired up before the Afternoon ends.
          
          *Standing rigidly, side by side, Vitani and Madoa drip steady streams of black moat water onto the granite, their lookbook silhouettes completely flattened by the double Engine splashdown.*
          
          *Vitani's uniform jumper is heavily saturated, clinging to her locked vertibrae, while her shellacked topknot has deflated into a limp, dripping sponge over her

We are getting Alpacas at one of the Farms I go to, I hear. They are preparing the old Aviary for their arrival.
          
          So damn typical ~ I forgot to write Azaad into the next chapter of "Rival's Love." Oh, well, at least I can rectify that now.
          
          *Continued From Where Zira Orders a Manual Bypass Loop*
          
          Zira: Execute a manual bypass loop, Kovu! Force the Crown Ledger Utility Stipend back into active synchronisation! I want Vitani's positioning logged on my dashboard before the Evening shift closes!
          
          Kovu: [Spluttering, his scarred, right eye twitching] I can't, Mother! Her multi ~ variable calculus algorithm is too dense! Every time I try to Run a Metadata keyword scan, the loop treats my inventory as a "Dead Weight Inventory" and routes my browser straight to an infinite fashion lookbook Archive!
          
          *The remaining Outsider Logistic Scouts stand perfectly rigid along the Trench Perimetre, their expressions a Mixture of Tactical shock and absolute compliance baseline defeat. They watch as Kovu's Commanding posture completely disintegrates.
          
          Kovu: Vitani has legally claimed my Student profile, Mother. Unless I physically report to her Tuesday Morning Lecture Hall at 08:30 A.M. to answer for my failing 34% minimum grade term, she will file a Mandatory Academic Detention Block that deletes my Crown Ledger Credentials permanently.
          
          *Zira slowly realises his collar, her face turning a frozen shade of ash grey as she realises a terrifying truth: behind the Castle's protective perimetre, the Adult Alliance has just out ~ coded, out ~ managed, and intellectually eviscerated the Outlands, who have completely lost control of the narrative.*
          
          Zira: The digital smoke screen has left us completely out of stock and out of answers. Kovu is Academically detained, and our tracking arrays are trapped in an infinite lookbook Archive loop. If the data routing cannot be pierced from a Keyboard, then we'll do it with raw, kinetic force!
          
          Kovu: Mother, a physical entry loop is an absolute structura

We had to extract a butterfly, of all things, from inside my shirt this afternoon. Let's just say there was a bit of a flap on.
          
          New book in the works; I've named it "The Hidden Pride." It's no relation to "The Shadow Guard, though.
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Eight*
          
          *Down below, Vitani is wiping a layer of green moat slime from her aviator frames, her Cybernetic eye pulsing a deeply irritated standby lavender as she wraps her slippery fingers around the cold, iron hook.*
          
          Vitani: [Spluttering, and grabbing Madoa's waterlogged sleeve] Hook...hook captured, Chief Mechanic! Internal ballast calculations complete! Engage the manual torque loop!
          
          *Simba sets his jaw, flips the clutch lever into the drive position, and grabs the cast ~ iron crank handle, ready to hoist his newly adopted daughters back into the zero friction lane.*
          
          *Simba plants his workboots firmly against the steel truck bed, throws his broad ~ shouldered frame backwards, and begins to rotate the heavy, cast ~ iron handle with rhythmic, absolute factory ~ grade torque.*
          
          *CLACK ~ CLACK ~ CLACK ~ CLACK*
          
          *The heavy, 3/8 inch braided winch cable strains under the dead weight mass of the saturated Tower Crew, humming with high ~ tension energy as it coils smoothly back into the spool. Simba's Roaring, unyielding laugh bounces off the Ancient Stone Masonry of the Western Tower,  with enough force to completely wipe out the remaining hum of the bees.*
          
          Ceceilia: Keep your upper Axis locked, Vitani, Madoa. Your lower extremities are dangling at an uncalibrated forty five degree trajectory deficit. Your combined centre of gravity is creating an unacceptable drag loop on Simba's Mechanical pulleys.
          
          Vitani: The...the wet canvas of my black uniform jumper is causing an immediate kinetic friction bottleneck against the rope guide, Miss Kang. Requesting maximum manual clearance.
          
          *Meanwhile, up in the cargo deck of Simba's Ford F ~ 250 Utility Pickup Truck*
          
          Fuli: Ha, ha, ha! Look at their posture, Ceceilia! That is a tota

Another swelteringly hot day today and our elderly dog is sleeping in the Music Room, which, I'm told, is the coolest part of the house, and I have my fan plugged in.
          
          We ended up indoors yesterday on the farm and one of the cats came to sleep on the long bench, and got lots of strokes from the humans.
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Seven*
          
          Simba: *Laughing* Don't look at me, Vitani! Your new Mother's clipboard might take excuses, but your teacher's grading ledger doesn't. Now, grab the hook, hold onto Madoa's waist belt and let me hoist the tower crew back into the zero friction lane before your Cybernetic insulation hits absolute system failure!
          
          *The cold, deep water line of the moat ripples aggressively as Simba's truck winch clicks into a rhythmic, mechanical lock.*
          
          *Simba leans down to the side of his primary, red steel tool chest, hits the manual clutch release lever on his electric winch, and pulls out ten feet of a heavy, 3/8 inch braided steel cable in a single, fluid Industrial motion.*
          
          *With the practiced swing of a Commercial Workshop Mechanic, he loops the steel line backwards over his shoulders before executing a perfect, low ~ gravity Tactical throw straight out over the timber crane platform.*
          
          *The heavy cable unspools with a sharp, metallic screech from the truck bed, cutting clean through the dense River Mist. The iron hook drops with a precise, dead ~ centre trajectory, landing with a loud, splashing slap right next to Vitani and Madoa's saturated perimetre ~ exactly three inches from Vitani's flailing left hand.*
          
          Fuli: Nice shot, Chief Mechanic! Grab the steel, Scout ~ stop running diagnostic hand ~ waving sweeps and secure your alignment to the hardware!
          
          Bunga: Winch cable deployed and tracking! Lock your buckles, tower crew, before your lookbook data completely runs out of juice!
          
          *Down below, Vitani is wiping a layer of green moat slime from her aviator frames, her Cybernetic eye pulsing a deeply irritated standby lavender as she wraps her slippery fi

Our naughty pigs burst a water pipe yesterday and were crowding around a jet of water coming from the pipe making themselves wet.
          
          A shortened day at the farm today; too hot for the usual 10:00 ~ 3:00. I'm told it should be slightly cooler next week.
          
          *Continued on from Ceceilia and Vitani collaborating on the multi ~ variable calculus data loop.*
          
          Ceceilia: Vitani, I am initialising the parametres. We are utilising the multi ~ variable calculus data from last Tuesday's practical to construct a dense algorithmic wall. Scale up the throughput.
          
          Vitani: I've established the system link, Miss Kang. I'm injecting the telemetry data from Fuli's stationary step ~ stool alignment into the central node now. The spatial vector coordinates are absolute.
          
          *Meanwhile, in the Outlands*
          
          *Kovu is sitting at his mahogany desk when his Automated Surveillance App suddenly freezes. With Fuli firmly anchored to her wooden pedastal, and Bunga caged behind a heavy, steel mesh, the tracking app has encountered a completely flat, unchanging, and beautifully managed data loop.*
          
          *Kovu frantically text ~ spams the Network Ledger, but his monitors merely flash a cold, mocking message Engineered by Vitani's Laboratory Team: "CALCULUS ERROR: AUTHORISATION OUT OF STOCK.* His Commanding Posture entirely slumps into a baseline of retail defeat.*
          
          Kovu: Mother, it's completely gone! The data routing loop has collapsed our surveillance grid entirely! My remote desktop app has been blacklisted by the faculty node!
          
          Zira: Blacklisted?!? By a Common Classroom Instructor?!? We are the Royal Vanguard Authority of these lands! How can a 26 year old High School Lecturer command an ironclad monopoly over our Public Relations tracking arrays?!
          
          *She grabs Kovu by the starched collar of his velvet Royal Jacket and violently pulls him forwards towards the dead screen.*
          
          Zira: Execute a manual bypass loop, Kovu! Force the Crown Ledger Utility Stipend back into active synchronisation! I want Vitani's positionin

Another swelteringly hot day; I have plugged my fan back in, and it was so hot they closed off the petting barn at the farm today.
          
          I now have renamed the next chapter ~ I'm calling it "Operation: Closed ~ Loop Cascade" and I am getting plenty of ideas which characters to introduce.
          
          *Continued from Ceceilia and Simba review Kovu's case profile*
          
          Simba: *Laughing* I tell you, Miss Kang, that was beautiful! Nala's clipboard parametres and your calculus metrics have turned these wild kids into a pair of clockwork warehouse Engines! Now, show me where to drive these three ~ inch lag bolts so we can secure this double monitor Command deck Permanently!
          
          *Simba drops to his knees right beneath where Fuli is dangling and pulls out a massive Industrial angle grinder ~ *WHIRRR ~ ZING*. He aggressively shaves the bottom of her two heavy, two inch silver sneakers, smoothing out the edges so they perfectly match the angle of the linoleum floor.*
          
          Simba: There you go, Fuli! Now, when you stamp on those metallic blocks, you'll have maximum stationary stability!
          
          *Nala flashes a smile as she stamps a bright red *COMPLIANCE MATRIX APPROVED* seal straight onto Ceceilia's  grading folder. Simba Marches over to the Laundry Corner where Bunga remains huddled against the boxes in his thick overalls. Simba bolts a reinforced, steel mesh straight across the Laundry Partition Frame, locking Bunga inside the high ~ friction sorting grid. Bunga can just about wave his Electronic Barcode Scanner through the Metal Gate, obediently logging shipping boxes. Ceceilia slams her tablet into the newly reinforced double monitor desk. With Fuli stationary, and Bunga locked behind bars, Vitani and Ceceilia are able to launch a massive, multi ~ variable calculus data loop directly through the student server.*
          
          Ceceilia: Vitani, I am initialising the parametres. We are utilising the multi ~ variable calculus data from last Tuesday's practical to construct a dense algorithmic wall. Scale up the throughput.

There was a new store opening in the High Street today, but I didn't go in; I just walked myself to and back from one of the coffee shops.
          
          No farm today for me; they've all gone down to some big show and I didn't like the idea very much ~ sensitive hearing and I dislike large crowds.
          
          *Continuing from when Ceceilia walked in on Simba and Bunga and Fuli.*
          
          Ceceilia: Your adoptive Son, Bunga, was in the middle of a continuous domestic bottleneck. He was launching Midnight raids on Kion's vacuum sealed supply lines and hoarding uncalibrated chocolate cores inside unauthorised cardboard forts. By sealing him into the heavy density starch polo and tightening his Industrial overalls buckles, we successfully grounded his physical mass. Confined to the Laundry Alcove, he has been manually sorting and crushing eighty heavy density shipping boxes by their exact geometric density without stealing a single mango nectar cell.
          
          *She slides the screen of her tablet to the last profile. It reads:
          
          CASE FILE 003: KOVU AFUMBA
          
          Palace Target: Kovu Afumba [Remote Desktop Grid Scan]
          REBELLION STATUS: 100% Out of Stock/Complete Metadata Cloaking
          FACULTY GRADE: 34% Academic Baseline Failure
          
          Ceceilia: Because the uniform lock keeps the kids completely stationary, and structurally contained, Nicola didn't have to trace a single moving target. When Zira attempted a high level entry scan on Tuesday Morning to track their coordinates, Nicola routed her automated desktop grid straight into an archived fashion logbook file. While she was wasting valuable hours text ~ spamming an empty server loop, I logged Kovu's calculus midterms at a failing 34%. The Outsiders have zero Public Relations authority behind this perimetre.
          
          Simba: *Laughing* I tell you, Miss Kang, that was beautiful! Nala's clipboard parametres and your calculus metrics have turned these wild kids into a pair of clockwork warehouse Engines! Now, show me where to drive these three ~ inch lag bolts so we can secure this double mon

There was some question as to whose shopping was delivered this Morning but we were able to confirm it belonged to us.
          
          One of the farm cats came and sat on my lap the other day and started purring as they often do.
          
          *Buzz Off, Part Six*
          
          Bunga: Zuka Zama! Red Alert! Dead weight inventory located in the Moat! Log their entry profiles, Fuli! They've experienced a total structural lookout failure!
          
          Fuli: *Laughing heartily* Look at them, Bunga! The Systems Administrator is drowning in her own Security Perimetre! Scout, I thought you were practically half fish! Who's the beautifully managed asset now?!
          
          *Ceceilia Kang gets down from Simba's truck and marches straight up to the timber crane platform, completely unbothered by the teenager's screaming amusement. She adjusts her golden belt buckle and looks down into the moat where Madoa and Vitani are shivering and spluttering, tapping her digital stylus sharply against her clipboard.*
          
          Ceceilia: Silence in the cargo decks, Fuli! Bunga, stop scanning the local wildlife; your impulse control is hitting a severe Administrative Bottleneck!
          
          *She looks over the ledge, her eyes tracking Vitani's deflated top knot and Madoa's ruined, waterlogged Beehive hair configuration.*
          
          Ceceilia: I have just completed a real ~ time trajectory of your combined fall, and your entry angle violated every basic law of geometric balance, and your failure to maintain a vertical axis stability near an active bee colony represents a severe operational deficit. Had this been Tuesday Morning's practical Calculus, your combined score would be hovering at a failing 34% baseline, right alongside Kovu's.
          
          Vitani: The acoustic disturbance from the utility truck's horn created an immediate Mechanical torque overload across my lower vertebrae, Lecturer. System recalibration is required.
          
          Simba: *Laughing* Don't look at me, Vitani! Your new Mother's clipboard might take excuses, but your teacher's grading ledger doesn't. Now, grab the hook, hold onto Madoa's

Another swelteringly hot day today;  we didn't go out at all on the farm in the end, and one of the cats came and sat next to me during lunch.
          
          They say the weather should start cooling down tomorrow so hopefully we should be back to normal next week weather wise.
          
          *Carried on from when Simba laughs as he opens the door of the laundry staging runway.*
          
          *Because of the way she has fallen from her hammock, Fuli is completely airborne, suspended by the cuffs on her polo shirt, which Zuri has tightly bound over her shoulder blades, dangling three feet above the floor.*
          
          Simba: Oh, Nala, I leave you alone for four days to secure the children's adoption, and what do I find? Bunga encased in his Overalls and Fuli dangling from her own hammcok!
          
          Nala: They executed an unauthorised, high ~ velocity raid on Kion's vacuum ~ sealed supply lines without checking the dietary calibration tags, Chief Mechanic. The 24 hour uniform lock is a Mandatory Structural Adjustment.
          
          Fuli: *Crossly* It's not funny, Simba! I have zero traction, my shirt is buttoned straight to my throat and Bunga won't stop waving his idiotic Electronic Barcode Scanner at me!
          
          Bunga: I was just trying to run a baseline energy extraction mission, Big Boss Simba! But now I'm locked behind bars and Kovu is out of stock in the Corridor!
          
          Simba: Ha, ha, ha! Well, Fuli, your new Mother's clipboard doesn't take excuses, and I don't argue with a Factory Grade Layout! Since you're already hanging perfectly in the zero friction lane, I'm going to build a custom wooden step stool right beneath your silver socks so you can Operate the Timber Crane without causing an Administrative Distraction Loop for Miss Kang.
          
          Ceceilia: Your adoptive Son, Bunga, was in the middle of a continuous domestic bottleneck. He was launching Midnight raids on Kion's vacuum sealed supply lines and hoarding uncalibrated chocolate cores inside unauthorised cardboard forts. By sealing him into the heavy density starch polo and tightening his indust