Longer Rocks …

'I have to apologize', the llama says.

Llama and I are sitting on the roof terrace of our penthouse on top of the apartment building in 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the shore and seaside, under a not too friendly sky with dark grey rain-heavy clouds. We are sipping some fruity juice through straws - real natural straws not the ones made of plastic.

'What for?' I ask.

'I kind of messed up the previous city quiz statistics.'

"How that?' I ask.

'I wrote there were 160 songs about 77 different cities (and places), but with Aurora there were already 78 different cities (and places).'

'How dare you?' I ask not really interested.

'But you tried to be funny reacting to Sundown's comment but instead of There is flour on the floor you wrote The is flour on the floor which does not make much sense, if you ask me.'

'So, we are commenting the comments right now?' I ask sceptically. 'Nice touch.'

'No-one cares', llama says. 'And I don't like this juicy fruit. It is too fruity for my taste of beverage.'

It stands up throwing the hollow coconut shell we were drinking the juice with straws from over the balustrade of the roof terrace.

'Are you nuts?' I scream. 'How can you throw things down from here?'

'I am not nuts', the llama says looking down all fifteen storeys of the building. 'But maybe the streetwalker down there is nuts now that I hit her on the head.'

'ANIMAL!'

'I am just kidding. There is no-one in the streets these days. Not even on a mixed weathered Saturday afternoon like this.'

'That is not funny.'

'What about a new fortune cookie saying before I post the latest city quiz statistics?'

And the fortune cookie says,

An advice is only as wise as its counselor.

Today is Saturday, the 23rd of May 2020.

No fireworks today in Hangover, if you know what I mean. 

😉