Life is never dull with the goings on I witness in Sparkling’s vicinity. For instance, yesterday Sparkling was undergoing two sets of phone calls one with a magician the other with fishes from the fish factory she works at. The magician had been booked to do an hour’s entertainment at the opening of a community centre. The little fish wanted a revolution against the big fishes and demonstrations. Sparkling asked the magician if he needed an assistant, because she would be free for that. I could only think there is a Debbie Magee in the making here. I then asked her if she might whether the tricks involved getting a finger cut off, or swords. At this point she remarked it was something she had not thought about and a little bit of trepidation crept in. I wondered in my mind what really happened in the afternoon or the following evening after Sparkling had spoken to these two fellows.
The little fish who had been off work for the last 6 months and had drunk maybe a bottle too many wanted the big fish to be brought to account. So he told Sparkling. Whilst the magician said this is something he could do. How asked the little fish? The bearded, top hatted purple coated, man mystically replied, he would sprinkle a bit of magic humility powder on the big fishes as they left the factory. Sparkling flashed her eyes in the wonderful way she does, when she needs someone to do a favour and charm becomes the flavour of the day. After which the magician and the little fish got fixed up in a lift on the 14th floor at midnight. It was the 14th because Sparkling held a belief the 13th would be unlucky, on account it held an apartment where chicken rustlers hid out. So, the little fish bought his bottle of Vodka the magician his wand and together they cast a spell, except some might say the little fish was a bit green at casting spells and it sounded more like he’d had an attack of tourettes syndrome, but it was in fact quite natural and nothing the medical profession should worry about. The magician eventually found his way home on the back of a turtle. Their meeting place was close to the sea you see. And next week we’ll find out what the result of this meeting was, apparently the spell begins to work as a half purple moon draws on a Thursday. So keep your eyes peeled.
Whilst today I received a text from Sparkling telling me she had sent an email to the KKK. A group of people with racist belief’s living in a country called America. Sparkling has taken a liking to Barak O Barmy the president elect. So have many more people. Unfortunately it’s rumoured the world will be watching to see if Mr Barmy lives long enough because a number of extremist groups are likely to see him as a new target. Well it stands to reason, there wouldn’t be much effect in taking a pot shot at Mr Bushy there would very likely be no effect. I hear turkey shooting is way better.
For some reason I think my chocolate sponge pudding I’ve just eaten has had too many additives, it sure tasted sweet. Maybe too sweet. I’m expecting a visit tomorrow. They didn’t leave a name. But apparently they have a thing for wearing white I am told. And there seems to be some odd sparkling debris on the top the porch. Where the visitors are coming. I’ll put some big fish soup on, I’m sure they will all like some.
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