Long Way To Earth... Part 13

 

'Listen', Colin from the Firth started a little speech, 'it is late in the night and I am tired. But even if you came back early in the morrow I would not be able to help you. I am not a healer…, not yet. I did not finish my studies and education up to this point. But I am taking distance learning courses. A carrier pigeon has just delivered the parchments for the next classes and lessons today.'

He pointed at a pile of rolled parchments under his bed of straw which looked all dusty and covered with spider webs.

'He is a liar', said Eelon, the eel, dryly. 'And he has not studied in years, not even read a book or a parchment, a letter or any other kind of message. Sometimes I think he cannot even read at all.'

'I cannot help you, Bromfard, the bard', Colin, the astronomer, spoke out very loudly to drown out the eel. 'And I will have to ask you to leave now. But I know a mighty and magnificent witch and sorceress named Dora of Wye. She lives in a barrel by the banks of the River Why near the City of Earth. And since she is a mighty and magnificent witch and sorceress you should go and see her, Rockford, the bard. She will be able to help you much better than I ever could. And now leave me alone.'

With these words he chased Bromford and llama backwards out of his room and closed the door right in front of their noses. From the inside they could still hear him arguing with the eel in his glassy bowl.

'And you, you fish, shut up and stop insulting me in front of my visitors and clients. Be polite from now on or you will see and feel the outcomes, you wannabe-snake. What if I turned you into a good old chilly and pikey eel soup? How would you like that?'

Today is Friday, the 13th of December 2024

"Good Night On Bromford"

Once upon a time, mom and dad felt fine
Thought it was time for a birth
Ever since then the trouble never ends
But it's a good night on Bromford

Get nothing going is a sweet lament
Doing what you gotta do is all you got
Gather up the things and run to the void
Remember what you been taught

Soak it all in like tonic and gin
Everything for what it's worth
Is relative, but look my friend
It's a good night on Bromford

Once upon a time I was feeling fine
And you know that time is now
Nothing gonna wreck it, you know I can't deflect it
I always do so now

Everyone's a critic, I can't stand Eels
So says Colin Firth
Rain on my parade, then the clouds fade
It's a good night on Bromford