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45. Catching up [ II ]

45. Catching up [ II ]

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For lunch I ate a purple egg with pink dots. It tasted like apple seeds, business and pressurized surrpizes.

The egg was located in a tiny frozen blue puddle. Once I've had my way with it, a giant mosquito attacked my face. "Go away, mr mosquito!" I swattered at it "I have no more cupcakes left for you!"

The mosquito said "Buzzzzi-buzz" and clawed at me with its 28 pincers.

I've surmized it with my suitcase. It was a messy one, but did make for a healthy balanced breakfast of proteins and nitrogens.

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Covered with mosquito goos I kept on walking until I found a friendly voice-activated rusty tap.

"Can I have some water Mr. Tap?" I asked it. "I really need to wash off this mosquito off me!"

The tap chose not to correspond back.

I threatened to bend it into a salty pretzel.

"Forceful water extraction is illegal by order of the Good Directorate!" the tank shouted, having caught up to me.

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"You must be mistaken good madam, I am not blackmailing nor squeezing taps. I am a mere mosquito. Buzz buzz!" I flapped my arms and slowly creeaped backwards into a very deep shadow.

The tank stared at me with its 3 recorders, trying to decide whether I am factual mosquito or an aunothorized perp that is merely wearing a mosquito's head over my face.

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"BuzZ buZz I am but a friendly bee!" I rummaged, escalating aways while wiggling my backside bee-style.

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"Pollination is a copyrighted activity. Cease that at once!" the tank postulated, opening fire.

I scrambled my eggs and fell backwards into a crevice.

"Come out of there!" the tank regulated.

"Nu hunnn!" I replied.

"You cannot hide from the law!" she scotted me.

"Yes I can!" I puffed back.

"Requesting backup. Subject is resisting. All units in sector 34-49-91. Assistance needed."

I clawed deeper into the crevice, shattering an old pipe and rendered sideways and downwards.

The pipe deposited me in a craummy, smallish room full of tapes.

I decided to wait out the tank's authoritative rules in the auditory room and while she and her friends dug and rollered somewhere overhead, sprinkling dust onto me, I learned things of interest from the tapes.

One such tale of interest was about a man trapped in a single day for ten thousand years in winter until he could discover and conquer true love. I liked it very much and decided to learn ice sculpting from him, for I was also trapped for 10 thousand seconds in the audiobale room.

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Cramming my favourite tape-stories into my suitcase, I rounded up my courage and slithered upwards the pipe.

The tanks were diluting, with none of their webcams focused my way proper.

I clambered towards an ice-wall and ice-sculpted a similacrumb of my-self and then pranced off into a shadow.

The tanks surrounded it, sniffing it for a whiles and then started to demand answers (which the simulacrum could not provide, being made of ice).

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While my ice-portrait distracted thems with tales of yester-winters, I made my way back to the rails (with a hoggy song in my grounded heart).

On exactly the 382048th rail,

The animal trail of the train-beast ended at a brokeny, bendy-down bridge.

It must have lept off it somehwheres.

No wonders my eye was pointing upwardses!

I was avidly saddened by this unexpected development and decided that it is time to mail this letter and drop it into the wind with a mighty wish that the most fluffiest of owls carries it to you.

Like you always says to me, wishing will make it so, so here's to a steady delivery!

Hoping you (but not Snippy) are having exciting days as well,

With obligatory praizes of your excellence,

Your dearest follower,

Pilot

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