Like Fishsticks In Sufficiently Gelled Pudding

or : All a-Quiver? Time's an Arrow & Cupid's Specialty : More

( Hello all! hope you are enjoying the serial - with more meat to sink your teeth in soon ; that part of our covenant. But fiber is important too for a healthy gut instinct!

The chapter # is still tbd or even whether from flashing before or coming after - all is rather dizzy here... what with all the back and forth between all the mothering of children, trendy menus to create, cleaning organizing all the books and toys and striving to be a disciplinarian. Not really my forte other than avenging our cute mammalian forebears with the occasional modern-dinosaur titular head lopping-off, all of which keeps the hands practicing in the margins as practical food prep.

However, without further procrastination, prevarication or otherwise messing in the shrubbery or ado, adieu, I bid as I do offer here a quickie sneak peck in the fabulous further unfolding fable of our heros, S & M : )

' What flavour? flicked Mairead's tongue curiously.

'It says,' Sam replied 'on the motor plate -' ' dammit!' escaped as his fingers did a deft swipe on the Fiat Lumen App and light again dazzled ' uhh, Jannit Industries, Timmad Indonesia.'

Mairead opined :' well, that doesn't seem to advance our plot.'

' Indeed it knots, not.' agreed Sam.

' I thought we'd already wiped this topic clean - it's my new pearl stud, it's not snot on my nose! ' Mairead! exclaimed!

' Nope, it must be another red herring of some sort,' * sighed * S.

' Apparently this Rosa character laid a lot of dud eggs, ' M's nose wrinkled and brow again furrowing as best it plucked could.

' Yeah,' Sam proffered, ' if she battled Godzila ( half-sibling to the likely trademarked other guy ) she would be Cloaca! : Mother of all Holes and Voids. '

' Yes, Thank God for Evolution!, however - pull your tentacled head out of the gutter! ', Mairead chastised, the clichéd force of librarian primness in the mates.

' Is that in Balzac? ' Sam was pedaling widely in his thoughts adding as well 'excuse me fer livin' but I never read it.'

' Nor has anyone else in this cavalcade of references. Now, look,' Mairead continued, hoping to entice the rather thick headed Sam forward with little baby steps ' - see that statue covering its eyes, the one with wings, there, ' pointing a finger arched ' - look at the foot. '

' Next to our unsolved peccadillo of a bushel basket quarter-full with random assortment of rainbow, silicone rods? ' slid Sam's loose thoughts, following her lead. ' Yes, ' lured Mairead along - ' right within the statue's reach. '

' That I can see, ' roamed Sam's voice quivering strangely. ' The foots the game we have been looking for? ' queried the ever questing Sam.

' No Sherlock ', Mairead unnecessarily clarified -' The Game is The Foot ' as she showed you could play 10 little piggies, oui oui weee, all, all, all - All the way home!

' As one size fits all : seemingly simple empty cardboard boxes make the best toys for curious, imaginative minds, ' she wisely concluded.

JSM, 11:49 am January 12, 2022

i Shout it Out !

a toast : drink! to good drink and to those that serve, may we always be grateful for both ~ J.