Anodyne
Saturday, May 28, 2005
 
"The author's fading fast," said Michelina.

"It's 25 degrees Celcius on the street at 11:30pm and 35 degrees Celcius in his cramped office," said Monkey. "No wonder he's falling asleep."

"He's not going to be very comfortable sleeping on the keyboard," said the stuffed tiger, rat, shark and assorted cat substitutes perched on top of the monitor. "Why doesn't he just go home?"

"He won't sleep," chimed in the Incredible Talking Cats all the way from downtown. "He'll just toss, turn, get up at 2am to eat raw broccoli out of the fridge, and end up copy-correcting your adventures."

"All 125 pages of them!" cried the knights.

"How did that happen?" inquired Lady Genevra. "Weren't we originally supposed to be a picture book for children? With only minimal text?"

All the friends scratched their heads.
- posted by cjb @ 11:42 PM


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