I'll have you know that it is NOT an amuzing sight! You must be aesthetically challenged. So there. My decison is final.
andthistoomustpass wrote:"...is not an amuzing one..."
I couldn't disagree more
Meanwhile, my creative urj had waxed and then waned (as is its wont, although one doesn't one't it two), and has now waxed again to a mildy extreme level.
Back on the M3.1 the throng looked aghast as Old Man Christmas (aka Moș Craciun
) veered alarmingly round the sharp bend at the Gagauzia border posts (flagpoles to be more specific, i.e.: http://www.mynameisola.com/wp-content/u ... 24x683.jpg
except that it was snowy so looked more like this: http://infoprut.ro/wpcontent/uploads/20 ... auzia1.jpg
As Santa's careening sleigh skidded on the ice it careered into the Queen's carriage causing the Crown Derby crockery and the simmering silver samovar to fall off and roll wrecklessley down the hill.
To cut a long story a little less long, the precious object was saved by dint of noroc
, dented but not daunted, but alas! the Crown Dobrogea was smashed into numerous small, smaller and even tinier smithereens. The lemming (who was still passing) said in passing that he had a jar of Gloy glue in his backpack reserved for such contingencies, but the others declined the kind offer, and kindly sent him back packing.
By now Mr Claus had given his panting steeds a sack of reindeer moss to nibble at, and had caught up with the throng at the bottom of the hill.
"Sorry about that little mishap. Blitzen took the bend too quickly. He moves like lightning when he gets the urj", he garbled in his thick Saami brogue, with its tinge of Karelian lilt.
Rex chittered randomly, speechless for once.
"Do any of you kind folks know the way to North Lapland. I'm lost and need to rest after finishing my express deliveries for another year. I think I made the wrong turning just outside Ledbury".
"'Tis easily done", drawled Tex, a man of few words, as if he'd done it many a time.
"Why not hang around here for a bit? We were just about to discover what the future beholds for the year to come", advised the twins in perfect harmony.
"It'll cost you, naturally!", snapped Ez excitedly, "but I can see by your fancy fashion accessories and that top-of-the-range false beard that you're a man of considerable substance".
"Ho, ho, ho!" he guffawed, the aroma of expensive vodka on his breath, and his upmarket bling jingling ostentatiously. "I'm not short of a bob or two, if truth be told. You're uncannily perceptive. And I see you're a woman of means too", he added with uncanny perception, eyeing up with shifty eyes her jewel-bedizzened finery, filigree and furbelows (replete with tastefully gold-embossed nomographs) in that specific order.
Ez simpered genteely.
"Then that's decided" chorused Rex and the lingering lemming with an air of finality. "And thus it was", pondered the narrator.
Meanwhile back in town, the Lollipops had amassed en masse
on the wing of an aircraft and were joyfully singing "Vine, vine anul nou!" while the crowds cheered from below. Back at the farm in Snailbeach, Great Aunt Ada was eagerly reminiscing about 'something' she'd seen in a woodshed long, long ago - while meanwhile yet again, back at the ranch things looked as grim as usual.