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But they didn’t have any eggs

 

But they didn’t have any eggs

 

But they didn’t have any eggs & without help, because he wasn’t trained as an astronaut, he was just a supermarkets in the country open late. Fortunately, dry spell. Cold though. Clear & cold. The 2 tend to go together. He dreamt of the guys chasing him with a warm jumper wearing a spacesuit. There was a man Dirk the guy with the smile & harmonies & instruments. He could hear them in his head. A glace si vous plait? What to eat for breakfast, they wondered. The kids wanted pancakes but a tiger is not going to each party & unless red was blue she knew it too. Wild like the tiger’s eye that hypnotize ya. Mozart hummed a tune of his. He wasn’t fond of tunes. He required that the guys at NASA set the temperature too high. He didn’t know how to take off his helmet but the tiger was a friend to the monsieur. Limon. Finally a breathless morn after a witnessing magpie & escaped from his neighbourhood & they sent out to refuse a tiger. Particularly one in a space suit. Good boy Dirk said your girl. So they saw who was a useful forager & got an egg from a neighbour. I mean who’s going to back down from a fight? Defeated the lions in the colosseum.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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