Longer Scripts …

'Bromford, Bromford, please tell me a story. I am so bored.'

My telephone is ringing. Is that the llama on the line?

'What story?' I ask.

'I want to hear something about Caspar, the jester, and his best but not very intelligent bud Joey, his grandmother in the small town with the marketplace and the little grocery store, the policeman, Constable Simple Mooser, the king and his daughter, the princess, the huntsman and the big bad wolf and of course the crispy croquet crocodile. And Caspar should be using a big over-sized clapper or something like that to slap the crocodile or maybe the wolf who wants to eat his grandmother.'

'Well', I say. 'That is a very specific story-wish you have. Are you trapped in some kind of Punch of Judy show?'

'I am not', the llama says. 'But I think blog posts on Monday and Wednesday should be more like two-parters with stories beginning on Mondays and concluding on Wednesdays.'

'But life is not a t.v. show', I say. 'Life is something that is just happening to you.There is no script and no arc of action, no plot and no suspense.'

'But there should be', the llama sighs. 'I just need something to lighten up my life. HOMEBOLA is a strange word in these viral times, if you want my opinion. Delete the HOM and all that's left is EBOLA.'

'Well', I say, 'this phonecall escalated quickly.'

'Isoleaster is another one of these strange, new words. And during a total eclipse of the sun you can see the corona the best.'

'Llama?'

'Yes, Bromford?'

'Please climb out of this elevator shaft to lighten up you life.'

'There will be no punchline to this blog post, right, dude?'

'No', I say, 'but maybe a judyline.'

Today is Wednesday, the 15th of April 2020.

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