Klingon Bells … Part 9

'Don Otterly?' the llama asks. 'Why do I feel weasy when I read that? But I think he would have been Happy's loyal and helpful companion in his adventures in time or in his secrets of time, right?'

I am beginning to feel a little bored after everything I have done and haven't done in the past year.

'Not really', I say. 'I bought him after I had made the concept for the photo story. He and his big mouse Scabies were not supposed to play a role in this play at all.'

'So there was a concept?' the llama asks sceptically. 'And maybe there is still one?'

'Sorry to disappoint you', I say. 'But the concept was only a few scribbled lines on a used envelope and some ideas in my head. But I had no camera and not enough light and no good enough backgrounds to start the photo shooting.'

'You are disappointing me', the llama says.

'And that is exactly, what my concept had been the whole time.'

I start laughing maliciously as if I was waiting for a delivery of a truck full of white cats to pet - but in a very evil way.

'Poor madman', the llama says.

"Bromford"

Wir nähern uns dem Sendeschluss

Die Lichter gehen aus, Träume an

Doch wer sagt, dass es hier enden muss

Also komm schon, die Nacht ist jung

Und bis zur Euphorie ist 's nur n Katzensprung

Oh ja

Auf Bromford brennt noch Licht

Da ist noch lange noch nicht Schicht

Denn im Großen und im Ganzen

Ham wir allen Grund zum Tanzen

Schlechte Zähne - gute Laune

Oberweite - Unterwelt

Rotes Licht und n blaues Auge!- tja - is halt kein Streichelzoo

Also wenn Du an zu Leben fängst Du weißt schon wo

Oh ja ja

Sie kommen um Erinnerung n zu löschen

Die Schönsten aber werden hier geboren

Inmitten von bezaubernden Geschöpfen

Alle von der Sehnsucht hierher getrieben

Um das Leben und die Liebe zu zelebrieren

Oh ja denn

La lala

Don Otterly

Today is Monday, the 9th of December 2019.