Saturday, May 21, 2011

Chooks

Cicra was shaking as she read the invite. The evil forces where getting cleverer by the minute.. so much so, that now even SHE, with her IQ score being at par with that of a bat that never slept upside down, could notice it.

The invite said Cicra was to go to a chooks' party. Clearly, to put her mentally at ease. It said there was going to be food. Clearly, to keep her hands busy (her brain was always on standby so no need to devise any complicated concoctions to alienate that).And, because only chickens where allowed, her faithful, cleverer, stronger assistant Le Mon, had to stay behind. CLEARLY, to strip her of any possible survival.

It also said that failure to attend would result in Super Cicra being put last on the list of threats for the evil forces and Cicra would not have that! Her pride and reputation was at stake here!

3 hours later Cicra emerged from her cave-like (in the cluttered, smelly, damp decor, not in the geographical placement) habitat dressed in a lime-green frill shirt, and what looked like a back-firing space-shuttle of a skirt. Bright red lipstick finished the opera that put Munch's SCREAM in an eclipse shadow.

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