Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“God, you’re heavy,” groaned Sprite.
“Quit ya whinin’ and pull me up!” yelled Spectre.
“You know,” hollered Sprite, “a wise man said, man with an unchecked parachute will jump to conclusion.”
“You don’t need a parachute to go skydiving,” yelled Spectre.
“Oh really?” called back Sprite.
“Yeah,” replied Spectre, “you just need a parachute to go skydiving more than once.”
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Tales and doodle by Peter Edwards using Posca Pens.
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“Am I dead?” asked Hydra.
“Looks that way,” replied Fuen.
“I wonder if I’ll meet my cousin here,” pondered Hydra.
“Recently deceased?” asked Fuen.
“Yeah,” sighed Hydra. “He was an Italian master chef.”
“What happened to him?” asked Fuen.
“He pasta away,” smirked Hydra.
Fuen paused to look at Hydra.
“Cannoli do so much,” said Hydra.
Fuen grimaced.
“Still,” said Hydra, “his legacy will live on as a pizza history.”
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Tales and doodle by Peter Edwards using Posca Pens.
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“Don’t want to wake up the natives,” said Sprite.
“Natives?” asked White, looking around the tall grass.
“Yeah” said Sprite. “A tribe of pygmy humans live in this tall grass.”
“Really?” asked White. “I don’t see anyone.”
“That’s because they’re really short pygmies,” said Sprite.
“Right,” said White. “What’s the tribe called?”
“The Fukarewe tribe,” replied Sprite.
“Odd,” mumbled White. “Any idea where the name comes from?”
“Dunno,” said Sprite. “The lil’ sods seem to spend all their time jumping up and down shouting, ‘we’re the Fukarewe,’ though.”
White grimaced.
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Tales and doodle by Peter Edwards using Posca Pens.
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“Pirates did this?” asked Cloud, incredulously.
“Yep,” said Kraken, picking up a table.
“They just turned up and start brawling,” said Sprite repairing a stool.
“Why?” asked Cloud.
“Bad anchor management I imagine,” said Kraken.
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“What’s up Fish?” asked Cloud. “Lookin’, pretty blue for a black fish.”
“The missus dumped me,” sighed Fish.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Cloud, “any idea why?”
“She says all I talk about is football,” grumbled Fish.
“That’s a shame,” said Cloud.
“Yeah,” mumbled Fish. “I’m glad I was only with her for five seasons.”
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“You are so short,” laughed Spectre.
“I know,” sighed Sprite.
“Were you that short when you were alive?” asked Spectre.
“Yes, I was as it goes,” grumbled Sprite. “I remember I once went to a hospital asking if anything could be done about my shortness.”
“Oh?” inquired Spectre.
“Yeah,” sighed Sprite. “They said I would have to be a little patient.”
Spectre smirked.
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“He sounds pretty incredible,” said Black.
“A remarkable physicist,” said Blue.
“Despite winning a Nobel prize he was quite known for writing romance novels too,” said Black.
“Really?” gasped Blue.
“Oh yes,” replied Black. “The Complete Works of Friction.”
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“That’s a lot of clouds,” observed Fuen.
“Where do you think they’re going to?” asked Sprite.
“Not sure,” said Fuen, “but by the look of it, I reckon they aren’t following the direction of the wind.”
A moment of philosophical reflection passed between them.
“You know,” said Sprite, “I sometimes find people to be like clouds.”
“Oh?” asked Fuen.
“Yeah,” said Sprite, “it can turn into a nice day when they go away…”
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“What’s up?” asked Fuen.
“Oh, the usual” sighed Kraken.
“Still trying to write fishy puns huh?” enquired Fuen.
“Always,” said Kraken. “Here, look at this for me.”
Kraken handed Fuen a slice of seaweed with some jokes scrawled on.
“Not bad,” said Fuen. “Cod do better…”
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“I don’t get it,” pondered Cloud.
“Not sure I do either,” said Kraken.
“Have you ever thought fish might be…” started Cloud.
“Terrible comedians?” finished Kraken.
“Yeah,” replied Cloud.
“I’m gonna stick at it,” said Kraken.
“Good luck,” said Cloud, drifting away in the wind.
“Hey Cloud,” called Kraken.
“Yes?” yelled Cloud.
“If you do hear any good fish puns,” smirked Kraken, “let minnow.”
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Little Fears 