Toward the Razor Factory

It all happened so fast. First we were enjoying our chocolate cake, then we were projectiles heading for the razor factory. As it turned out Fonzo, that mischievous gremlin, had spring loaded the entire floor of the dining room and had installed latches in the roof for a painless exit. True, it was April Fools Day, but I told him after that he had taken it to far. There was cake all over my face, and Cindy, due to the force, had lodge a fork into her brain. It's still there as I write this. The doctors said they couldn't take it out, so now she dresses it up with necklaces. I tell her it looks good, but I have to chew on mints to stop myself from puking. I hang my jacket or underwear on it -depending on the time of day- she doens't like that too much, but the fork lodged itself into the pre frontal cortex, so now her memory is like a fish. This effect offsets the garishness of the fork, now I can do what I please and it's in one ear out the other.

Anyway, we were headed for the razor factory when I saw my old pal Alfred the Talking Horse flying through the air. He was enjoying a cup of tea and a scrumpet. I shouted hello. He was pleased to see me. He asked why I was hurdeling through the air. I said I should ask him the same thing. We shared a chuckle. There was drool coming from Cindy's mouth. Alfred said I should take her to the hospital. "If only we were aimed toward the hospital, eh, Alfred, instead of the razor factory. Heh heh." He couldn't agree more, but my trajectory had more kick in it, so we parted ways and clinked glasses. Somehow I wound up with a bottle of vermouth in my hand. Well, I drank that down fast. I wouldn't be taking this sober.

Maybe it was the wind, or maybe it was luck, but somehow, someway, we instead collided with the trampoline factory, and off we went again a flying. Whhheeeeee! Flying all the way to Missouri and into the cradling folds of a hay pile. "Wasn't that a larf, Cindy?" But she was to far gone. I had to enjoy the stars by myself, and with the chitter of crickets.