So the elephants, their sentience complete here, are down at the pier arguing that they as slim for elephants after all and handing in one ticket to the ferryman instead of the two that old Raven gave them to make up for their weight. The elephants had counted on selling their extra tickets to the sloths who are in some dream world always and would buy anything at all but just leave them alone. The elephants were planning to spend the extra money on sweets and claim, incorrectly to it turns out, that their tusks will not rot. Now the African monkeys think it is all a joke but asked and do you chew with your tusks? The elephants sensing that the monkeys are making sport of them are sulking and trying to chew with their tusks which a sight worth recording. You are wondering perhaps why all this EXODUS FROM FANTASY ISLAND? Well, we had planned to have an African Party but somehow what with the Girls wandering around too drunk and in a huge pile of arms and legs and painted design on all their naked bodies of whom (or is that of who) the Old Raven ordered them to get up right away and put some pants on for heavens sake and go straight to be to sleep it off. And because all the south-sea animals left out there was a big discussion on the rights of those not African. I, as Keeper, knew right off that tempers would be lost and phases like elitism were going to be leveled so I withdrew the party and sent the elephants home to lose their sentience the moment that they went on to the solid land of the continent where it is the lore that those that convinced the ferryman and were allowed to keep their extra tickets began to eat their extra tickets by the time they were trumpeting to their family clans within the jungle. All is well that ends well but what a tale those elephants could tell...er...if only they could remember...remember what?..well, just reme..m.b.e..rr However, in my bedroom, the sheets were flamingo red (or rather pink by the time the dye from the burning nest places of the Flamingos who perch their eggs on tiny islands in the midst of volcano burning had been diluted and all the sulfur fumes removed), and all the floors were pretend Zebra pelts I ordered that had been on sale at the dying American Pennys Stores. On the walls Id hung spears and other things of tribal war and all the flowers around the room were at least African in origin even if Id ordered them from the Kew Gardens in England. But the Owner will be glad to see that they were also on sale at half price - though the postage was formidable its true! But then we dont have to tell him do we? I mean about the postage. I just did? Perhaps then we wont remember. He will? Hey, friends like you I don;t need. I got enemies that will tell me better lies for heavens sake. You ARE my enemies? Why didnt you say so! UNFAIR!! Get over on your side. Im drawing a line and you cant cross it! Hey you crossed it! UNFAIR! But I was informed by the scholars that the room was A PERFECT FRIGHT and reeked of racism at the very least! WHAT! said I NOT PC? BUT THEY GUARANTEED IT ALL TO BE PC? One of the scholars said out the side of his mouth to a passing gull that had got trapped in the room They meant that they were not PECULIARLY CULPABLE in small print But more to the point the scholars were questioning how much I REALLY LEARNED DURING THE WEEKS OF LENT anyway? And with that they took away two gold stars from four which only left me two gold stars to show the Owners to justify the cost of bringing the African elephants! So I fixed those scholars with an evil eye and made some Jungle sounds I had borrowed from the swimming Tarzan, Johnny, that I knew they would spent weeks researching, and pushed them out of my bedroom. So Im sitting in my dark and brooding room listening to off beat drums (which is awful because one is always waiting or being left behind the beat) and drinking mango juice and wondering if the mango juice will stain the sheets or should I have also brought in some napkins before I locked my bedroom door. Ah, silly MayLing. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing! Well, tell it to the Lion who is gazing at me with his golden eyes and twitching his tail - so the question is - is he more cat than dog. If more like a dog Ill pet his tawny main but if more like a cat I, drawing on evolution, will be a monkey and climb up the walls and like dwarfs, disappear into an secret passage way and wait out the fury of Smaug, the Lion!! (you know, MayLing, said the first husband, Pekka, all the way from Helsinki -it isnt clear the the ancestor of monkeys and humans ever climbed trees much being from the African savannas where there few few trees.) Now you tell me!! as I fall....Oh well, to die is to be most happy... and like a mouse I scuttle out the hole beside the door.. In other words, it was a party, but a party gone wild and uncontrollable. Which in the end are quite the best!!
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 15:05:09 +0000
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