“Isn’t It Time”
Uh uh honey- a very colorful lovelife
- while screaming like a demon
- “I’ll get you a piano”
- only he and his dream owl know
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“Isn’t it time for us to get some sleep?” I implored Hildegard.
“Uh uh honey.” She shook her head, a wryly seductive sneer twisting her greasepaint mustache asymmetrically. “I’m shocked to hear you complaining. By all accounts you lead a very colorful lovelife.”
“That doesn’t mean I never get tired. Or, that my enjoyment is enhanced if my partner dismounts mid-coitus while screaming like a demon that I should be bidding higher.”
“The prize was a grand piano! And you were messing it up.”
“I’ll get you a piano,” I retorted. “A real one. But you’ll just get pudding all over it.”
“But the prizes in our games are real. Things in the realm of the owl are realer than the things we can touch.”
“What owl?”
“Snorefeather. Oh, I forgot, you’re a heathen from the mainland.” She sat up and cleared her throat. “The sheep we count to fall asleep are tended by a dream shepherd, and only he and his dream owl know (the owl’s name is Snorefeather, but nobody knows the shepherd’s name) and only they know what’s really real, and what only seems real.”
“Oh. Well, in that case I guess I already got you the piano.”
Hildegard winked and laid back on the sticky bed. “But now you owe me one I can get pudding on.”
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