Of course I am still around…. I just wrote in my diary here the othe—- er, November. Hm. Guess it has been a while. Anway, my heart is still filled with New Babbage soot, and that’s something you don’t scrub away. My goodness, that’s a terrible analogy.
But be that as it may, I thought I would pop in and mention that our Clockwinder is indeed home, and amongst us all again. While in the midst of welcoming him back in city chat last night, the topic of Wiggyfish came up, as often happens. However, the extreme late hour and my usual nightly dose of medicinal absinthe meant I could not resist his coaxings into a bit of a retell of a classic Dr. Seuss story. I had to save the conversation as it delighted me so much.
Wiggs: Posh! Nothing wrong with wiggyfish.
Doctor Obolensky: Try it jellied!
Bianca Namori: In a Stew! Wiggyfish! Wiggyfish! We love you!
Mosseveno Tenk: would you could you in a box? would you could you with a fox?
Ceejay Writer: I do not like wiggyfish and ham! I do not like it Clockmaker man!
Mosseveno Tenk: would you could you in a blimp? would you could you with a pimp?
Ceejay Writer: I would not could not in a blimp! Please sir, your food makes me limp!
Mosseveno Tenk: would you could you on the ground? eat wiggyfish without a sound?
Ceejay Writer: I would see your airship downed, before I tried fish by the pound!
Mosseveno Tenk: would you try in twos or threes? for you i would waive all the fees!
Ceejay Writer: I would not try in twos or threes, wont you stop the torture, please?
Mosseveno Tenk plates up 2 or 3 fillets
Ceejay Writer gets the absinthe sauce ready.
Wiggs: Absinthe sauce? Now that sounds interesting…
Ceejay Writer: Its quite bracing, Mister Undertone.
Bianca Namori: Is it tart and tangy?
Doctor Obolensky: Absinthence is the best policy.
Ceejay Writer: Well…. we are what we eat. It’s tart.
Bianca Namori goes to open her mouth and stops….swiftly.
Wiggs looks sideways at his plate of wiggyfish
Eressëa: Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder?
Bianca Namori: Absinthe, bringing people together since 1802
Mosseveno Tenk: oh won’t you try, perhaps, the heart? just a little piece wrapped in a tart?
Ceejay Writer: I beg you clockwinder, do not start! Internal organs make me fa— oh, look at the time.
Mosseveno Tenk: perhaps you’d like it as a jell? under apsic goes quite well.
Ceejay Writer: He says a jell. He says it’s well. I tell this fiend to go to….. Bump.
Bianca Namori: This conversation is quite swell…but if you can ask me, wiggyfish are full of fail.
Mosseveno Tenk rimshots
Bianca Namori: Oh dear. -covers her mouth-
Ceejay Writer: Thanks folks, we’ll be here all week. Try the… wait, that’s how this started.
Mosseveno Tenk bows to miss writer for invoking Bump
Ceejay Writer curtseys cutely.
Mosseveno Tenk approaches with a forkful
Mosseveno Tenk: but we all know how the story ends, m’dear….
Bianca Namori: With a bang?
Mosseveno Tenk: oh, now with the lag. no fair.
Ceejay Writer whimpers.
Blackberry Harvey: Not with a wing but a bumper?
Ceejay Writer: But would you could you, lag in Babbage? I tell you it’s no worse than cabbage.
Mosseveno Tenk: hold your nose and open wide. just like lutefisk.
(And he never got to feed it to me! I live to rhyme another day!)