MUHDAH AT CASTLE WELL

by Albert Russo

There was a strange noise last night in my quarters as I was reading 'The Lord of the Floozies'. Then I saw the thing: a fat, hairy, greenish fly.

"What the hell are you doing in this room?" I hurled.

"This is my Summer Rezzzidence, you, human clot. Who gave you the right to come here, usurping my space!" retorted the fly.

"Didn't Jim and Lexa tell you I was invited to stay over at the castle?" I said, somewhat miffed.

"Here I act as the Master of Ceremonies, no one else." answered the fly in a strident tone, "Jim and Lexa know about this.

"Well, well, well!" exclaimed I.

"If you stay a minute longer in Well, it is hell I promise you", warned the winged thingamagig.

All of a sudden I heard a crash. My bed caved in and I found myself bent in two. The fly was giggling and buzzing like mad.

I eventually fell asleep, more in a slumber, really, for my night was fraught with nightmares wherein reigned Her Flying Highness, sneering and grimacing at me like there would be no tomorrow. Yet, when I woke up, depressed and bleary-eyed, I found her unloverly lowness on the floor, out of breath, virtually inanimate. I wished it good day, offering it a biscuit crumb for breakfast.

It just gave out a muffled whistle.

"Sorry, old pal, er, your poopedness", I apologized as I held it by the tip of the wing and flushed it in the toilet. "Adieu, your zilchness", I sighed, bidding it fare-well.