Bromford and Buffalo …

 

»Three in a row, bro. «

»You never call me bro, ho! And what do mean, anyway? What three in what row? «

»Don't call me ho, bro! Always bros before hoes, dude! And I was talking about the blockblog-posts. There are three in a row, now. On Thursday, on Friday and today, on Saturday. That is unusual. «

»Stop the drama, llama. It is not unusual. In the nightmares before Christmas there are more posts and more days of bloggering in a row. «

»Excuse me, dear Sir. I just tried to be funny. «

Now the llama is acting kind of insulted and miffed.

»Ahem, gentlemen, « a voice calls from the open glass door leading to the roof terrace, »May I interrupt your joyful and amusing - yet, I must say, somewhat distracting - banter for a few minutes? «

»Woh, it's a buffalo, bro! « I exclaim.

»Sometimes you are really slow, ho, « the llama answers. »Is that your next candidate? «

The buffalo looks kind of grumpy.

And he grumbles, »Please remember, gentlemen, I am here on behalf of your ad in today's newspaper. Is the small brick‑built thing on the roof terrace the goldfish pond you are offering for sale? «

»Oh, my goodness, Bromford! « the llama shouts. »The goldfish! Have you fed the fish, lately? «

»So long, and thanks for all the fish, « I answer. »I haven't fed and seen the fish in years. «

»Do you think they evolved in their muddy waters, « the llama asks, »grew themselves some pairs of wings and flew off into the sky above Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, dude? «

»Wouldn't that be nice, animal? «

»Gentlemen! « the buffalo is really outraged now. »You obviously do not have a goldfish pond to sell. And I am definitley not interested in buying a bunch of bricks. You are wasting my time, you two. I am out! «

And he heads off across the roof of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, towards the staircases.

»Good you are taking the stairs down, Sir! « the llama shouts after the other animal. »The elevator is still broken! «

»Ah, let go the buffalo, « is all I have to add.

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Today is Saturday, the 21st of March 2026.