The Homunculus Flunks the Touring Test (ibid)

[ergo sum]

Weakened Edition.


Just as Deniala was undoing her corset and Riddle removing his hair shirt the voice of Deniala’s father was heard in the barn. “Get up there now and toss down some hay.” Quickly Riddle grabbed his shirt hat and cloak and leaped from the window in the rear of the barn. “Is someone up there?” called the now suspicious voice.
Deniala was frantically dressing but managed to say sweetly in her calmest voice, “Oh it is only me father. I had thought maybe instead of dancing the day away I might toss down some hay for the horses.”
“Ah that’s my girl always thinking of what’s best.”



Over at Kick’s coffee shop in the Walmart in Plano Day trader was sipping on a caramel macchiato and reading Barons waiting for his wife to finish filing up her cart. Lots of extra things this week like the new flat screen tv. It had been a great week. Rumors were circulating that yp in Tyler folks were pretty excited about the week to come. Two years in the making and everyone thought this was going to be the week. Fingers were crossed they could hardly wait.

On Sunday The Bishop presided over a High Mass. Every one from the castle and everyone from the manor turned out. The Cathedral was packed and though there were hard feelings on all sides everyone prayed together. The Bishop’s sermon was based on Matthew 19. An inspiring oration on the virtues of marriage and children interspersed with a few pejorative statements about wealth ending with a heroic call for charity and giving. After which solid gold plates lined with felt were passed around the Cathedral for the offering.

Afterwards back at the castle the huddled masses yearning to live free debated calling in Madame Blavatsky and her crystal ball. Asked by the diminutive cook weather they preferred roasted or pan-fried fish the response was unanimous. “FRY SHORTY FRY”