Barbara tasted the hinge wood that binged on the existential films of Rock Dickson, making the Kool-Aid another flight in her fancy.
Fancy pears endeared the little ones to the notch in the mountain pass above the village of annoyance, but the fishing was good, and the dinner was warm, and the cup ran away with a doll in a bad mood rising.
Apprising Barbara of the sticky situation, the postman delivered the news about the syrup truck having lost its brakes coming down the mountain road into the village of annoyance. Barbara said but where’s the pun. The postman said there is none. Barbara sniffed with an air of indignity and said I had syrup on my pancakes for breakfast this morning. The postman said the truck full of hinge wood also failed to arrive safely down the mountain.
Barbara said now all is lost, and she stared off at the noon sun in mild despair.
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Wonderful ♥️
Ah, yes, but what of Ice Cream for breakfast??
Compensate!
…..As if the kitchen has changed its place. When she looked out of the window there were no more lime trees. On the other hand, the truck full of hinge boards set sail. It should be a great fun for fishes. Barbara threw the moldy dried fruit into the red syrup. It had to boil. When it evaporates, it would release air to breathe, which she had wanted to do this for a long time. The musician mouse lying under the pot lid, jumped. The lid fell over, a melodic sound came from the tiles on the floor, the sleeping Cats thought, there was a game and they all ran to the kitchen. The Big Cat and the mouse came face to face. She shouted and called the rattles, “I can’t deal with their fight now, throw them down the chimney,” she said. The Great Wise Silence looked at the shelves in the sky library, thought about “what word it was”, said “Ah, yes,..” shouting, “I found it, “improvement”…! how difficult for these Earthhumans to improve”. He took the word “Improvement” from the shelf and threw it into the syrup that was boiling. Now a white smoke came out of the boiling syrup. The Great Wise Silence went to the neutral territory.. The kitchen came back to its own place…..
Thank you dear Rick, Is there a neutral territory? Is there anyone who protects us in the neutral territory?,..with the magnificence of Your pen and imagination “THinkING” (Thing/Think/Thinking). Have a nice weekend, Love, nia
Yes, a neutral territory, but no protection. That’s what makes it sometimes thrilling to visit. Sometimes.
Barbara’s existential crisis really hinges on that missing pun, doesn’t it? But alas, much like the syrup truck, it never made it safely down the mountain. Tragic. Yet poetic. Pass the pancakes.
Delicious. 😀
I love the photos!!!
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