119
R. Linda:
As the river roared around our threesome, the handsome prince, the evil princess and the court jester watched Tink make circles with her banana boat around the rock they were stuck on. Suddenly an idea dawned on Tink.
"Hey, you can't stay on that rock in the middle of the river forever."
The handsome prince stood up and delivered a speech to the gum chewing, eye squinting faery about rescue, rewards, and making it snappy (snappy in this instance meaning quick). While he was making the speech the court jester watched Tink and came to the conclusion that Tink didn't see three people on the rock. No indeed, she saw only the handsome prince and if anyone was rescued it would be him. Drat, he thought, I must do something about this.
Undaunted (undaunted in this case means without reservation), the jester stood up, soaked tights making donut creases down his skinny legs, he pulled his jerkin down and began to address the near-sighted faery all the time shoving the handsome prince behind him as if he was the royal equerry (in other words royal mouthpiece).
"Ya needie sum glasses."
"Huh? Sunglasses?"
"Ya needie glasses ya stupid midget. Can't ya see there be three of us not onie?"
"Huh?"
Now it just so happened that the jester's favourite book was entitled, "The Gigantic Epistolary of Opthalmologic Required Reading for Serious Students of Ocular Lens Science for the Adjustment and Correction of Defective Vision. In other words a book for people who can't see well. How anyone could read it, I dunno. But Weasil did and has. AND, he happened to have it in his back pocket! He made a show of thumbing through it and then read at Tink, the following:
"Rudimentary conjectures and profound validation of ocular experiments and the intractable and intricate episodes leading to concise and accurate embodiment of emendatory vision provided to lens specification in individuals suffering ocular oddments and impaired vision." In other words, a huge book of drivel.
It was very quiet after he read that. Tink still sat astride her banana boat, face screwed up (in this case she was thinking hard -- oh hell would we know the difference?) and repeating the words as well she could remember them silently to herself, her lips moving. The evil princess was scratching her head not because there were lice in it (but in this case she was thinking hard), and the handsome prince looked baffled (in this case baffled means confused). Even the water stopped roaring.
Ok it was kind of like English out of the jester's mouth but was it really?
Stay tuned for the next adventure of our four stranded (ok, three stranded, one floating) heroes and heroines.
Gabe
Copyright © 2005 Gabriel O'Sullivan All rights reserved
R. Linda:
As the river roared around our threesome, the handsome prince, the evil princess and the court jester watched Tink make circles with her banana boat around the rock they were stuck on. Suddenly an idea dawned on Tink.
"Hey, you can't stay on that rock in the middle of the river forever."
The handsome prince stood up and delivered a speech to the gum chewing, eye squinting faery about rescue, rewards, and making it snappy (snappy in this instance meaning quick). While he was making the speech the court jester watched Tink and came to the conclusion that Tink didn't see three people on the rock. No indeed, she saw only the handsome prince and if anyone was rescued it would be him. Drat, he thought, I must do something about this.
Undaunted (undaunted in this case means without reservation), the jester stood up, soaked tights making donut creases down his skinny legs, he pulled his jerkin down and began to address the near-sighted faery all the time shoving the handsome prince behind him as if he was the royal equerry (in other words royal mouthpiece).
"Ya needie sum glasses."
"Huh? Sunglasses?"
"Ya needie glasses ya stupid midget. Can't ya see there be three of us not onie?"
"Huh?"
Now it just so happened that the jester's favourite book was entitled, "The Gigantic Epistolary of Opthalmologic Required Reading for Serious Students of Ocular Lens Science for the Adjustment and Correction of Defective Vision. In other words a book for people who can't see well. How anyone could read it, I dunno. But Weasil did and has. AND, he happened to have it in his back pocket! He made a show of thumbing through it and then read at Tink, the following:
"Rudimentary conjectures and profound validation of ocular experiments and the intractable and intricate episodes leading to concise and accurate embodiment of emendatory vision provided to lens specification in individuals suffering ocular oddments and impaired vision." In other words, a huge book of drivel.
It was very quiet after he read that. Tink still sat astride her banana boat, face screwed up (in this case she was thinking hard -- oh hell would we know the difference?) and repeating the words as well she could remember them silently to herself, her lips moving. The evil princess was scratching her head not because there were lice in it (but in this case she was thinking hard), and the handsome prince looked baffled (in this case baffled means confused). Even the water stopped roaring.
Ok it was kind of like English out of the jester's mouth but was it really?
Stay tuned for the next adventure of our four stranded (ok, three stranded, one floating) heroes and heroines.
Gabe
Copyright © 2005 Gabriel O'Sullivan All rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment
ONLY COMMENTS PERTAINING TO THE BLOG WILL BE PUBLISHED. ALL COMMENTS WITH ADVERTISEMENT ATTACHMENTS WILL BE DELETED AND IGNORED. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY!