Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“Oh, it’s awful,” said Sprite.
“I do believe I would feel ill from that too,” said Spectre.
“What’s that?” asked Yuffie.
“I keep seeing Russian presidents when having nookie with the missus,” sighed Sprite.
“Man,” said Fuen. “I bet that keeps Putin you off.”
“Well,” said Lucy, “it was a good night.”
“Sounds it,” laughed Galaxy.
“What did you get up to?” asked Yuffie.
“I pulled last night at the club after a few shots,” said Lucy.
“Nice one,” laughed Yuffie.
“Yeah, I popped home first to get my wife to join in,” said Lucy. “But she’s not interested in clay pigeons.”
“I mean some of us represent fears, right?” asked Hydra. “Like open spaces, stick insects and talking in front of crowds.”
“Well, I guess so,” said House.
“I mean that could explain Chameleon’s behaviour,” pondered Hydra.
“How so?” asked House.
“He never wants to stand out,” replied Hydra.
“Not at all,” said Lucy. “It’s gone pretty well.”
“Surprising really,” said Spectre.
“I know, who would have thought a karma restaurant would make such profits?” said Lucy.
“A karma restaurant?” asked Sprite. “What do you serve?”
“We have a tight menu,” replied Lucy. “Just desserts.”
“Seeking a joke,” sighed Reala.
“All those boxers though?” asked Fuen.
“Yeah, eighty-six of them, standing in single-file, all looking at the floor,” replied Reala.
“I wonder what exactly they’re looking for,” pondered Fuen.
“A punch line,” smirked Reala.
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“Dammit,” said Emu.
“What’s up?” asked Fuen.
“I just got kicked out of a club for being too tall,” grumbled Emu.
“Oh dear,” gasped Fuen. “You must feel awful.”
“I do,” said Emu. “I feel ostrich-sized.”
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“Do you know what you are, Sheep?” asked Red.
“Not really,” sighed Sheep. “I’ve been here for 15 years and never seen anything to suggest what I am.”
“Hydras got me thinking we are thoughtforms. Things summoned by what living creatures are thinking about,” said Red.
“Interesting,” said Sheep. “Hey, I could be a cloud! Or a balloon animal of a sheep! Or a ball of wool!”
“I guess some of us will never figure out what we are,” sighed Red.
“Oh, look! A little blue bird!” cried Sheep, before following the blue bird into the sunset.
Red rubbed his chin. “Right…”
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“So, what happened?” asked Flower.
“He got nicked for shoplifting,” said Fuen. “Left a trail of ice cream claw prints behind him.”
“Really? Claws?” sighed Flower.
“Yep,” replied Fuen. “And he stole George Foreman from the kitchen appliances section.”
“Well,” said Flower, “I hope the police give him a grilling.”
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“Do you know what I miss about the Internet?” asked Red.
“Not a clue,” replied Serpent.
“Old school message boards,” said Red.
“Oh they were awful,” cried Serpent. “So many bad designs and layouts. The nasty trolls. Nobody could miss them!”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Red. “I’m all forum.”
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“Where have you been this morning?” asked Blue.
“Just went to a P.A. meeting,” sighed Black.
“P.A. meeting?” asked Blue.
“Pessimists Anonymous,” replied Black.
“Oh,” said Hydra. “How did that go?”
“The turnout wasn’t great,” grumbled Black. “The room was half empty.”
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Little Fears 