Friends of Justice and the Eternal Struggle for Goodly Goodness!
July 28, 2013
“La-De-La-Lee, La-De-La-Lo, wasn’t that a nice bunch of girl scouts, William Gregory Fairchild III”
Shandor’s cat eyes him with a bored look.
“Imagine how they get that giant purple banana to talk though? Isn’t that something! And the octopus was so polite, saying please and thank you for his tea. Too bad though that Lord Mountebank has taken a liking to their ham sandwich friend over there though. You know how his fur is coated in sleeping berry juice! I really need to fence in that part of the yard… I can’t tell you how many trips to the circus I’ve missed with that lazy cat’s anesthetic fur smothering my face.”
Shandor suddenly turns to face his standing pantry cabinet.
“Mother! I told you, I’m not getting married any time soon. Sheila and I have barely been dating for six weeks, and it’s no where near serious yet. Anyway, I’m tired of having this conversation. I need to go tend to my mushroom garden.”
Outside, multicolored toadstools cover the ground and shiver gently as Shandor walks past.
“Hello, my pretties! How are you doing today? Do you all like the sweaters I’ve knitted for you? Oh look Thomas. You seem to have lost your hat! Well, you know what that means, my boy. Now now, stop crying, you know the rules.”
Shandor bends down and plucks a purple mushroom cap with glowing green gills and takes a bite.
“Ah, delicious, tastes like C-sharp. I hope that banana and octopus have fun at the party! It’s been years since I’ve been invited to anything out here…. I’m so lonely. At least I have you all, blue garlic rocks and sad, smiling clouds!”