Bromford and Blue Whale …

 

»Llama, I had a dream«, I say.

»Again?« the animal asked. »Another one? Or was it the same one again about you being a primary teacher and suddenly at parents' evening standing naked in front of a bunch parents who are all uncomfortably squeezed into much too small children's school furniture?«

»No. I don't remember ever havening such a dream or telling you about it.«

»Oh, those tiny little school desks with the chairs attached to the tables and that one big father that couldn't get out of it again. And that mother complaining about the unhealthy school food and her daughter not getting a place in the taking-care-of-llamas classes. And that llama mother that wanted her crias' wool back from the hairdressers-and-wool -weaver classes. And the llama grandpa that couldn't stop spitting.«

»Stop it, animal. Sounds more like one of your llama-nightmares.«

»The night was wet and full of frogs or toads. Sorry I got carried away.What's that big balloon flying around the ceiling? Some kind of blue hot air balloon?«

»That's a blue whale, llama, a next candidate for Bromford's next animal companion. But I think I won't work out. Just think about the moment when the whale finds out that he cannot fly around ceilings and he needs more and more water to survive. Imagine the fall and the impact.«

»Now that you mention that, dude. I can feel the big fish dripping. He really must have been one of your wet dreams.«

I close my eyes and the big marine mammal disappears with the soft pop of a bursting soap bubble.

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Today is Friday, the 6th of June 2025.