posted on Mar, 13 2015 @ 09:32 PM
a reply to:
funbox
As funbox looks at the sky in search of a UFO to carry him home, and is heard mumbling about the crickets ("Keep the crickets away, away. The
chirping! I cannot take the chirping a second longer!") while eating something unknown to the rest of the human race, a letter is delivered to him by
a messenger paid in pebbles.
"Who is this from?" funbox asks the lad, a lad possibly fathered by himself for the resemblance is remarkable.
"A man. I know not this man. He paid me well."
funbox, still glancing over his shoulder for the UFO which, at this moment, hovers unnoticed two meters above his head, opens the letter and reads the
single, horrible, truthful word out loud, shouting it mournfully to the assembled crowd pointing as one at the UFO: "Banned. It says I am Banned. Oh
woe. Oh forlorn the day. Oh thee Gods and Goddesses of lore, what am I to do with my time and gifjuice now?"
The Gods do not answer the heartfelt cry, but a Goddess, tired of her recent loves, comes to Earth to companion with funbox, and his ban becomes a
distant memory in the days of pleasure that follow.
--- fini ---
edit on 13-3-2015 by Aleister because: amore, aye, amore of goddesses and humans, a tale told twice in sunlight and moonglow