Thursday, 25 August 2011

Tulips and Peas



        "I have slain the dreaded tulips of old Wester's field!" Shouted Miles to the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
He waved his ancient family blade (which a more knowledgeable swordsmith would have called a fence board…from Wester’s Field) high over his head with a grand flourish in the style a that guy with the weird accent in that movie where you see the girls boobies.
        "I have slain the dreaded tulips and liberated the legumes, the people of old Wester's field shall know peas at last!" He roars as he falls to the ground convulsing in laughter at what he is certain is the greatest pun ever. The fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye yawns.
        "And now I need a wench to slake my manly thirst." He exclaims as he flops to the ground. (Miles is twelve and he is pretty sure he can find a wench in his dad’s tool box, to quench his “manly thirst”? Kool-Aid of course.). He thrusts the point of his "blade" in the direction of the eternally bored face of the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
        "Meow" says the fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye.
       "And make it grape." Commands Miles.
"Meow."

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