Had a strange caller yesterday.
He threw himself at my window and afterwards screamed and howled until I opened it.
I had to. The watchmen looked up to see who I was torturing. Had to wave and smile and act normal.
Poor Norbert. My mosquito friend seemed bent out of shape – literally.
If you recall, years ago he ate some of my rum cake and passed out on the top of the fish tank. Fish had to revive him and they became best buds. And he visited for all the years Fish lived with me.
“What was so important you needed to try and kill yourself, Nobby?”
He raised himself to his full tiny height. His back stiff. “Norbert! I was not trying to kill myself! You wouldn’t open the window. So slow. So prone to drama.” He sounded like Fish... right down to the sanctimonious tone.
“My problem now, is it?” I should have squished him, instead I bent down to hear him better.
“Er, making any cake this year?”
“Aha!”
“Will you have a Christmas party?”
“Got guests. Not sure I’ll party.”
“Any cake or rum?”
“You want to come over?”
“Will Genie be there?”
“Not sure. He's travelling. May send me his love via postcard or call. What’s the matter, Norbert?”
He settled on my knee, looked up at me sadly and said, “I don't want to be alone this Christmas.”
My heart melted. My tough lil Norbert. “Oh, my darling! Let's not celebrate it alone. You and I and Rum and Rum-drunk cake. And if we're lucky, with Fish and Genie too!”
I heard the softest sigh.
“Okay. Now open the window. Got to go and spread some disease.”
He threw himself at my window and afterwards screamed and howled until I opened it.
I had to. The watchmen looked up to see who I was torturing. Had to wave and smile and act normal.
Poor Norbert. My mosquito friend seemed bent out of shape – literally.
If you recall, years ago he ate some of my rum cake and passed out on the top of the fish tank. Fish had to revive him and they became best buds. And he visited for all the years Fish lived with me.
This is a fictional series of Fish that lived with the narrator for years and finally decided to spread their fins. Here their good friend Norbert, the mosquito, visits. Fish saved him from drowning when he had too much of the narrator's rum cake and fell into the fish tank. He now counts them among his best friends and is an ardent lover of the narrator's cakes.
“What was so important you needed to try and kill yourself, Nobby?”
He raised himself to his full tiny height. His back stiff. “Norbert! I was not trying to kill myself! You wouldn’t open the window. So slow. So prone to drama.” He sounded like Fish... right down to the sanctimonious tone.
“My problem now, is it?” I should have squished him, instead I bent down to hear him better.
“Er, making any cake this year?”
“Aha!”
“Will you have a Christmas party?”
“Got guests. Not sure I’ll party.”
“Any cake or rum?”
“You want to come over?”
“Will Genie be there?”
“Not sure. He's travelling. May send me his love via postcard or call. What’s the matter, Norbert?”
He settled on my knee, looked up at me sadly and said, “I don't want to be alone this Christmas.”
My heart melted. My tough lil Norbert. “Oh, my darling! Let's not celebrate it alone. You and I and Rum and Rum-drunk cake. And if we're lucky, with Fish and Genie too!”
I heard the softest sigh.
“Okay. Now open the window. Got to go and spread some disease.”
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