Super Cicra was back from her holiday in the Bahamas. Why the sojourn had prolonged itself to more than the stipulated 7-days, (precisely to 3 weeks and 2 days) was a mystery which Cicra was determined to keep to herself until death did her apart.
"You got lost" stated Le Mon as soon as she stepped into her bedroom.
He could almost see the shock waves radiating out of her nostrils, and the questionmarks and exclamation marks hanging in the air around her lightning-striken hairstyle.
" You left your map and your toiletpaper on your bed, and I really don't want to think what replaced the latter. And CNN reported an abonimable sand-woman on the islands. Didn't you notice the drastic lack of human life-forms?? "
"Well, there was this friendly ape-like guy, very little guy in there infact, I thought he was speaking Spanish! How on earth could I know he was speaking Monkey?? I know neither of the languages!"
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