"You know, it looks like we're going to be celebrating Yule whilst tossing around in..."
"Do you mind!" interrupted Fancy, doing one of her twirls.
".... in the middle of the Atlantic," I continued, ignoring her.
"With nothing to eat or drink bar our own finger and toenails," added Geoffrey.
"Make that just 'toe', Geoffrey," I said,glancing at my fingers, which were bitten down to stumps.
"I mean come off it Fancy. It is Yule after all, Season of good will and so forth. Can't you see your way clear to coming out of your towering huff and sailing us back home again?"
Silence.
"I might be able to help," ventured the Whale. "I could push you landwards, till the water gets too shallow for me. It would be my pleasure. What with it being Yule and that," it added, glancing darkly at Fancy.
"Whales don't celebrate Yule," sneered Fancy.
"We do so too," replied the genial Leviathon*. "Only this morning I felt the joy of Christmas leaping in my breast, and I wanted to scream "Happy Christmas!" at the top of my lungs."
"Screaming doesn't sound very festive," said Fancy," Are you sure you didn't have a case of heartburn?"
"Quite sure," replied the Whale,"Given that I haven't actually eaten anything for ages. Besides, Yule means different things to different people. For some, it's a time to gaze at the stars, and ponder the coming of the Christ child. For others, it's a time to contemplate murdering your own family, as you stare at them over the skeletal remains of an Aldi three bird roast and the last of Aunt Bessie's frozen roasters. For others, it's a time to enjoy the sight of brown land lying fallow before the resurgence of Spring. For others, it's a time to sit down beside a roaring fire, at a table laden with food and drink. Turkey, stuffing, ham, bread sauce, gravy, fine wines..."
"O stop, stop," cried Geoffrey,"You're torturing us. Stop talking and start pushing. We want to get home!"
So home we went, despite Fancy's sulky efforts to the contrary. In hot pursuit, however, was the other coracle - the Big One.....
*apologies for using the term 'genial leviathon' again
Please remember that all five of my blog-related e-books are available for FREE for five days, as from Christmas Eve. Here is the link. to one of them, on Amazon.
more later
"Do you mind!" interrupted Fancy, doing one of her twirls.
".... in the middle of the Atlantic," I continued, ignoring her.
"With nothing to eat or drink bar our own finger and toenails," added Geoffrey.
"Make that just 'toe', Geoffrey," I said,glancing at my fingers, which were bitten down to stumps.
"I mean come off it Fancy. It is Yule after all, Season of good will and so forth. Can't you see your way clear to coming out of your towering huff and sailing us back home again?"
Silence.
"I might be able to help," ventured the Whale. "I could push you landwards, till the water gets too shallow for me. It would be my pleasure. What with it being Yule and that," it added, glancing darkly at Fancy.
"Whales don't celebrate Yule," sneered Fancy.
"We do so too," replied the genial Leviathon*. "Only this morning I felt the joy of Christmas leaping in my breast, and I wanted to scream "Happy Christmas!" at the top of my lungs."
"Screaming doesn't sound very festive," said Fancy," Are you sure you didn't have a case of heartburn?"
"Quite sure," replied the Whale,"Given that I haven't actually eaten anything for ages. Besides, Yule means different things to different people. For some, it's a time to gaze at the stars, and ponder the coming of the Christ child. For others, it's a time to contemplate murdering your own family, as you stare at them over the skeletal remains of an Aldi three bird roast and the last of Aunt Bessie's frozen roasters. For others, it's a time to enjoy the sight of brown land lying fallow before the resurgence of Spring. For others, it's a time to sit down beside a roaring fire, at a table laden with food and drink. Turkey, stuffing, ham, bread sauce, gravy, fine wines..."
"O stop, stop," cried Geoffrey,"You're torturing us. Stop talking and start pushing. We want to get home!"
So home we went, despite Fancy's sulky efforts to the contrary. In hot pursuit, however, was the other coracle - the Big One.....
*apologies for using the term 'genial leviathon' again
Please remember that all five of my blog-related e-books are available for FREE for five days, as from Christmas Eve. Here is the link. to one of them, on Amazon.
more later
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