Once around the block and I was done in. The old girl and the dog drug my heavy body up the wheelchair ramp and into the living room and left me laying there on the floor. The dog was busy licking my face and wagging his tail. Mom was running in circles and asking herself “what should I do,” “what should I do?” In a few minutes I got my wind back and told her to let me lay for a bit, then she can help me up and into a chair or to my bed.
By now the cramps in my legs were pulsing like my fast beating heart and both were about to explode. It took all my will power to control these things, so I held my breath until my fingers nails turned gray and my face was blue! The last thing I remember while being here on earth, was when they lit a fire under me and burnt my tail feathers. I thought to myself, I’ll never fly again and the first thing I knew, I had wings and a ring shaped spot light over my head! My heart was filled with love and beauty.
That was when I sent you that first joke and you filled the room with laughter. This is when I knew that I wasn’t an Angel, I was a Humorist and a Story Teller. My stories are original and chances are you hear then for the first time. People that can’t remember, say the funniest things. Like when they wake up in the mornings and say: Where am I? this can’t be my house! Then she gets this innocent shy look on their face and blush a little.
The guy laying next to her, turns over and looks at her and he goes into shock. The stuff he was drinking that night before was burning a hole in his stomach and he thought he was with the Devil in Hell.
Now, as you know, All Fairy tales start with: “Once upon a Time” and you didn’t read that at the start of this story. It takes energy to think and to get ones eyes open in the mornings. The cupboard was bare of coffee this morning and the pot had gone dry from yesterday. The Devil went shopping on Saturday but she never brought home any coffee! However, there are three pitchers of cool drinks in the ice box. One has green stuff, another is a fruit something or other and a pitcher of funny looking Blue liquid . Do people really drink this stuff?
Back to the matter at hand, If you enjoyed the first part of this story, I would be happy to sell you the book. I have Swiss Bank account for deposits, all you need to do is deposit a small token of your interest to my account and my accountant will set up a book club membership account for you. You will have to purchase five books at a time and of course they have to be paid for in advance. Credit cards are not acceptable and if you send a check, there will be a twenty dollar ( $20.00) check cashing charge. Make check payable to Swiss Bank Account # 14325687913579242-C………
Just leave the amount line open, my accountant will fill this in for you! and place the account number on the bottom where it says; Memo__________
Please allow enough time for delivery! The book will be mailed to you as soon they have been written and printed, once a publisher has been selected.
We at "FeelGood and Fine" thank for your order:
I. M. "FeelGood Trust Company
I.M Fine General Manager;
The question is: Is He ? or is He not ?
By now the cramps in my legs were pulsing like my fast beating heart and both were about to explode. It took all my will power to control these things, so I held my breath until my fingers nails turned gray and my face was blue! The last thing I remember while being here on earth, was when they lit a fire under me and burnt my tail feathers. I thought to myself, I’ll never fly again and the first thing I knew, I had wings and a ring shaped spot light over my head! My heart was filled with love and beauty.
That was when I sent you that first joke and you filled the room with laughter. This is when I knew that I wasn’t an Angel, I was a Humorist and a Story Teller. My stories are original and chances are you hear then for the first time. People that can’t remember, say the funniest things. Like when they wake up in the mornings and say: Where am I? this can’t be my house! Then she gets this innocent shy look on their face and blush a little.
The guy laying next to her, turns over and looks at her and he goes into shock. The stuff he was drinking that night before was burning a hole in his stomach and he thought he was with the Devil in Hell.
Now, as you know, All Fairy tales start with: “Once upon a Time” and you didn’t read that at the start of this story. It takes energy to think and to get ones eyes open in the mornings. The cupboard was bare of coffee this morning and the pot had gone dry from yesterday. The Devil went shopping on Saturday but she never brought home any coffee! However, there are three pitchers of cool drinks in the ice box. One has green stuff, another is a fruit something or other and a pitcher of funny looking Blue liquid . Do people really drink this stuff?
Back to the matter at hand, If you enjoyed the first part of this story, I would be happy to sell you the book. I have Swiss Bank account for deposits, all you need to do is deposit a small token of your interest to my account and my accountant will set up a book club membership account for you. You will have to purchase five books at a time and of course they have to be paid for in advance. Credit cards are not acceptable and if you send a check, there will be a twenty dollar ( $20.00) check cashing charge. Make check payable to Swiss Bank Account # 14325687913579242-C………
Just leave the amount line open, my accountant will fill this in for you! and place the account number on the bottom where it says; Memo__________
Please allow enough time for delivery! The book will be mailed to you as soon they have been written and printed, once a publisher has been selected.
We at "FeelGood and Fine" thank for your order:
I. M. "FeelGood Trust Company
I.M Fine General Manager;
The question is: Is He ? or is He not ?
1 comment:
So I have to ask, is this truth or tale? Did you really walk around the block? Did you really need resusitation?
I don't think I will send you 20. You say story teller, I think scam artist. How many checks have you received?
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