I was watching the progress of the team on my Chromebook (HeXy’s castle is loaded with several easy to tap into cameras and microphones) when the hotline rang. Only the Dubious One uses it, and only when she has her usual dubious nonsense to share with me.
“What?” I snarled, answering the phone with that special tone I share only with her.
“Hmm, uh huh, yeah–I see–little Dogs shouldn’t be so liberal with the word ‘cunt.’ Perhaps ‘twat’ will appeal to your prudish sensibilities. I’m sure that the uptight older Brit royals use it all the time, when referencing the shitty choices in marriage that some of them make. Not that I’d call Fergie or Philip a cunt, but I can see where twat might apply to the late consort of the late queen, who was probably neither–despite what Johnny Rotten said about her.”
The previous paragraph is an example of the strategy I use on the Dubious One. She’s usually on a bender or in the midst of a heavy hangover. All you have to do is blather in her ear until you hear the magic words: “Fine. Whatever,” followed by a click and the sweet sweet dial tone. This is exactly what happened.
Then I had an inspiration. One that would end this third week of our ongoing adventure and seamlessly lead into the final five installments that begin on Monday.
I went to my closet and pulled out the special spotlight. Since it was night, Ping was up, so I aimed the light at him when he was directly over HeXy’s castle in the Enchanted Wood.
After doing so I returned to my Chromebook. As desired I saw Daisy looking skyward then she whispered something to Peety; both disappeared behind an Evilmost Elm Tree. When they returned I beheld the GOAT and PDQ Pete, our resident superhero team.
Funny thing is that only Daisy can see exactly what image is cast on Ping. It’s a blur to everyone else, me included. Of course that might be due to the oddity of the Goat eye, but since Fenwick can’t make it out either, it remains a mystery–or maybe it’s because I cannot think of something interesting or entertaining enough to describe it with.
Regardless, team GOAT was on the job…
End Part Twenty
Starting Monday, the final five installments
Is it a bird, Is it a plane, Is it a bucket of grits, what the bejassus is it!? Oh I love me an interrobang.
Thanks for this. It’s winding up to a grand finale! dd
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Hi Diane
Yes this train will finally derail this coming week–a rare planned derailing.
Thank you!
Leila
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“For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.” – Ernie
“Writers should stick together like wolves or gypsies.” – also Ernie
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Hi Dale
I wonder what great minds of yore would make of the current world. For some reason I can imagine Hemingway shaking his head and telling Fitzgerald “Told you so.”
Thank you!
Leila
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GOAT = Greenest of almond tin?
Sun theme sub
The Agony Of De Feet
We took a cruise which included Roatan, an island off the Honduras coast. We had a fine time just wandering around the island, but decided it would be a good idea to go kayaking. We were right, it was a beautiful day in the Caribbean and the bright sun was fine. We thought we had dressed for the occasion, but even with suntan lotion on most parts of our exposed bodies we forgot our feet. Both of us got extremely sunburned feet. Walking was painful for days after, but we still remember our cruise and time spent on Roatan fondly.
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Hi Doug
Vacations are like sports: the thrill of discovery and the agony of de-feet.
Sorry about that,
Leila
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