Saturday, July 14, 2007

Ferdinand's wet dream.

Hello. What’s this? Three pork chops are dancing a chorus line against a full moon sky. The more they dance the more they sweat. Perspiration drips sizzling aromatic drops to the ground.
Fifi appears juggling and dancing. She sprouts angel wings flies up, and joins the troop of performing pork.

I’m ravenous. My mother’s nipple is swollen and raw.
“Teeth Ferdinand, stop biting!” She grips me by the scruff her tongue warm and wet on the back of my neck.

Huge bare hands are tugging my tail. My mother is shouting, my brother is crying.

I’m yanked out and away.

“Ah e’s so sweet!”
“Savva a look, bloomin’ carrot with legs.”

“My mother is calling me.”
“Mum.” I cry.

I can hear my mother but her calls are fainter now.
“Mum.”
I’m annoyed and scared why doesn’t she come? Why doesn’t she carry me home held gently and firmly in her secure mouth?
She’s doesn’t answer me.
Why won’t she answer me?
“Muuuuuuuuuuuuuum.”

“Ouch that hurt that’s my ear you’re pulling. MUUUUUM.”

“You can’t take ‘im home.”
“I can.”
“Well if you do dad’ll drown ‘im.”
“What?”
“E’ll drown him in a bucket.”
“I’ll ‘ide ‘im.”

MMMMUUUUUMM.
“With the racket ‘e makes?”

“Look leave him in there; that telephone box. “
MMMMUUUUUMM, MMMMUUUUUMM, MMMMUUUUUMM.”
“Ferdinand.”
“Ferdinand.”
“Ferdinand wake up. Ferdinand stop crying it wasn’t that bad was it? ...just a little blue pipette. How you can tell when you’re asleep.... honestly! Here’s a little pork scrap might cheer you up a bit. Honestly anybody would think it was the end of the world!”

Ferdinand: free from fleas

3 comments:

Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...

Ooooo, what a nightmare! Oh, we hope that wasn't your start on the journey of life! To be torn from your mother before you were ready...

The Lee County Clowder said...

Ferdinand. Wake up, Ferdinand, wake up. It's just a bad dream. You're safe, you're home. You're loved.

We're with Zippy, Sadie, and Speedy. We hope that was a fantastic dream, not a flashback to your kittenhood.

Ferdinand said...

Hello
Yep that was how I ended up in a telephone box. I hadn't thought about it for ages -it was all those intoxicants whizzing about in my body- but I have written another page of my autobiography -so that's four pages...