Monday, January 25, 2021

Longer Todays …


The protagonist is walking up and down the cold and empty rooms. They keep forgetting me, he thinks. They left me here on my own pretending I never existed. And they keep talking about walking and talking animals all this time. Where will it end?

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Gotta Light? - The Law of the Jungle

Someone is whistling a five note tune.

'What is that?' the llama sometimes called the animal asks Bromford.

'I do not know', Bromford Bibble whispers. 'Looks like a giant bumble bee to me.'

'It is not whistling', the stumbling bird declares in his most solemn voice. 'The Pudding Hummsel is humming. And deep inside her heart she is a humming bird.'

In fact, the Pudding Hummsel is a kind of a daughter to the cat in the hat, a very big insect, some kind of bumble or bee of sort, who likes pudding and pudding and nothing but pudding.

'It is not a Pudding Hummsel, it is a Pudding Damsel. A Pudding Damsel in distress', shouts the Zappageck, a little cheeky, naughty reptile, something between gecko and chameleon.

'Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon
You come and go, you come and go!'

Baby Huebner sings louder and falser than ever and is hammering on the piano keys.

'Maniacs', the llama says. 'This house is full of maniacs.'


And the fortune cookies says,

Bromford will have a bright future.

Today is Monday, the 25th of January 2021.

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I bet he will, the protagonist thinks.

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