Bromford and Gorilla …

 

🎵 When the sun hits the moon
Like a big pizza spoon
That's amore… 🎵

As I enter the living-room I find the llama standing on the leather couch. Once again, the animal is pretending the seating furniture is a Venetian gondola and the animal itself a gondolier singing and driving the little narrow boat with a broomstick for a gondola pole. With the llama on the couch sits a gorilla.

»What is a pizza spoon?« the gorilla asks.

»I don't know«, answers the llama. »It's just how the common gondoliers' song goes. That's amore…«

»What do you think is the national animal of Italy?« the ape wants to know.

»Rooster, I think it's a rooster.«

»I don't think so. And why didn't you say cock? Like in the Gallic cock - le coq gaulois - the French cock.«

»I think it is quite obvious why I didn't say cock. So maybe the most Italian animal is the bull. Isn't Italy most famous for its bullfights and bullfighters?«

»No, that must be Spain«, the gorilla says.

»Than it must be a stallion. The Italian Stallion.«

»Sylvester Stallone?«

»What calzone? Are you hungry?«

I think it is time to interrupt this nonsense.

Still standing at he door I am throwing questions into the room, »What is going here? What are you two doing on the couch? And who is that gorilla?«

»Oh, see, it's Bromford, the dude who smells like the town«, the llama welcomes me. »May I introduce King Konfused, your Thursday's appointment for the job of new animal companion.«

Oh, how could I have forgotten that this is still a thing.

»And, animal«, I ask, »what do you think? Would King Konfused be a good new animal companion for me?«

»The blue picture of you two looks like you two were a match made in heaven, but oo be honest«, the llama puts the broomstick back into the closet in the hallway, »I don't think so, although he likes Venice and the channels and the gondolos as much as I have ever hated them.«

»Speaking of appointments«, the gorilla interrupts our chit-chat, »I have got to go now. I have got another appointment on the highest building in New York City with a white woman and some annoying airplanes.«

Having spoken these words he jumps out on the roof-terrace and climbs down the façade of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

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Today is Thursday, the 21st of August, 2025