Her singing was crass and overly loud to the ear drums.
If her neighbours had been home they would have called the S.P.C.A on suspicion
that somebody was strangling a deaf cat with an badly tuned violin.
She threw down her coat and hovered at her shirt preparing
to pull it over her head, when she inexplicably started banging on her chest in
a Tarzans-ish manner, then proceeded to scream fire, fire and point excitedly at
the icy snow covered ground. The T-Rex, who until then, had been waiting
patiently for this lunatic to calm down, cautiously approached her and tipped
his head in greeting.
“Good evening madam... May I enquire as to the manner of
you lunacy? Your actions are decidedly curious and I feel that an explanation
would do justice to your exhibition, as I would not like to assume anything
unjustly.”
MJ paused and looked at the extinct mass before her.
“Me am MJ! You am T-Rex in fancy hat! Me am stare at
fire! Fire!” A quizzical expression traced the leathery face of the dinosaur.
“A fire you say?” He viewed the area of her gaze with
suspicion.
“Fire! Fire!” She squatted before the invisible flames to
soak up its warmth and light. The dinosaur frowned at what he could not see,
but sat down and gazed intently at her.
“Madam... Are you high?”
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