Hi Henry
Hi Brennan
How's the weather up there?
The weather up here is fine and cloudy. Not too quiet; not too rowdy. Blush cheeks and merry tempers. Old Man O'Malley's Cat is called "Sweaters".
What's it like living on a cloud?
Clouds are high and mighty and they make a little noise. The noise that I aforementioned is like a buzzing screech. Be glad that you live down below where a voice won't get so loud.
Can you be like the sun?
The sun is not for me to be, it's like the aristocracy. I can't get there, it won't come down. I'm stuck here burning merrily.
How many times a day does it rain?
As often as you like. As often as you like. For rain is like a way for you to wash and make a way for you. And make away with you! You're getting much too muddy.
How's the life of the old H-Cakes?
Old H-Cakes is a living large, he's making things, he's taking charge. His life though often tiresome is good for he is not a farming type. Too weak is good, he'll say, a metaphorically.
What's happening with those old pancakes?
Pancakes are the stuff of life. Don't panic when you get them. The slabs may fall and goo may get you. Don't forget I'm glad I met you. They are slabby slimy slicky. Makes you wish life weren't so icky. But I've gone on... I've had my fill. And now I don't no feel so ill. I know I don't feel ill at all. And now I don't feel two feet tall. I am a pouncing tiger ball.
Got any muffins?
Muffins for sale. Muffins for you. I've got a muffin. Do you have a whale? All I've ever wanted was a sad old make-shift whale. Tie it to my harpoon. Make my purposes catch sail. I'm wont to wish for whales.
Will you give me $200?
The Double Tenth of Grand in question is a paltry sum indeed. There's other stuff in store - how bout a triple more? I'll wrap it up in linen and I'll bake a tiny bread. The size of each will cause your eyes to balk like you are dead. Its roughly nickel-sized and can be used indeed as currency. Try putting bread in vending machines and watch for sodas in the slots.
If I rode a tricycle on the moon, would it be a bicycle?
You are right as right as rain, I cannot disagree. For the moon possesses quite the special property. Three to Two and back again, it does it all the time. By meaning that I don't mean that. I'm quite a mystery. I baffle with the merest mention of a two to three. The moon does not discern the presence of third wheels.
If you were a ghost, would you be called "the spirit of something something?"
O Glorious Yes Indeedy! O Glorious Yes. Every time we harken forth a new string is untwined. For normalcy and corpulence go hand in hand, I guess. And all I find I'm fit to print is one big glorious, war-lordy - you're mercil-ess, One Big Glorious Yes.
Did I leave a tricycle in your head?
I looked around; I searched the ground; I burned up all the junk. I made a little memory from pieces of my food. It's time, I say, to let things rest, to make a new fresh start. And on we go back to the gravel... Can't seem to find your toy. But I can hear the beep-beep smell of its little trikey weep-weep. So maybe hype is needed in this case of lost and found.
If a light can only turn off, how does it turn on?
Bum-bum-bum. Light! Who needs ya... bay-by? Light! Who wants ya, eatin' up all of our flowers? Light! I don't need your shenanigans. Every single day it's something otherwise known as Light! Every single day it's something I'd otherwise like to fight. Oh, why'd you go turn off your glow, now that I need you on. A negative just gets me down and I'd rather be up, thank you very much... Soooooo.. Light! You're earnin' all our moneys, you suck away our tears. We need your loving, life-affirming, bulb-a-turnin' time! So in answer to your gentlemanly inquiry funny-like askin' me, all's I say is I dunno. I'm stuck in the dark like you.
Does that mean it needs a new bulb?
Every room I know is in need of a brand new shiny bulb. I thought of a brand. And the brand's in my hand. And now it is time to go.
How many tricycle bulbs does it take to change $200?
A hundred hundred hundred, added to your dough. And then we'll have the unspoken rhyme, the one that makes me go..... "Later! Oh Later! Can't I just give it to you later? I've been hearing your request, now expect my grand bequest. But please just wait a minute or two or three, or wait a minute for me to ride a bit on the moon, wait while I pop this balloon. I need time to amass the funds and make abulbs dance for each of the three hundred wheels."
Brennan
Henry
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