~~THE INNER YARN~~
Eliza and Izzian were getting to know one another and Izzian was becoming a snow cone aficionado; my mouth waters just thinking about a sugary sweet Donkey's Blood Orange Delight snow cone. Maybe old Yarn will just pop down to earth and try one.
While those two dream away a summer day, munching on flavored ice, it seems like Klesia and Klesia Moon Prime might have vanished. Izzian doesn’t really know what's going on, but hopefully Enot will gather some more information. There may not be much our boy can do anyways, seeing as how he's on earth.
Speaking of dreaming…last night I swear I heard the tinkling of tiny cutlery on small plates of china. I know that sound well. Once upon a time, I was a dining room server in the castle of the Arch Bishop of Firithia. Sure, Firithians aren't exactly small, well they are gigantic compared to most, but the sounds of knives and forks hitting the plate are the same no matter the size of the creature, I'd wager.
At first, I thought I had gone crazy…again. But now I am positive the voices aren't all in my head. I heard laughter and singing too, sounding way off in the distance.
You know that sound when your television is left on in another room and the voices are all muddled? Well, imagine hundreds of tiny creatures, hidden in the depths of my SpacePod Leon, singing merrily and chatting up a storm.
It sure would help if Leon and I were on speaking terms, then he might fill me in on the goings on behind the walls and in the bowels of the ship. But alas, he finally informed me of the reason for his silent treatment this week. Leon is angry with me for not stopping at Your Ship's Spa and Manicure Station, an expensive washing facility we passed in the Redringo Quadrant.
The ship has been tranquil all morning long. As if those creatures living in my walls were all sleeping late because they must have partied too hard last night. I heard those Fester Tail buggers, and they are definitely up to some buggery. I just know it.
It's enough to drive old Yarn crazy, it is. I suppose I'll have a look around and see what I can see. That way I'll know if I've gone nutty or not. Maybe they’ll put me in that place Gala works at, Sudden Bluff Home for Mental Health.
Sure, I'll become a resident of the looney bin, that's one way to get rid of my Fester Tail problem. Nah, the Fester Tails would eventually just follow old Yarn there, too.
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CHAPTER 18
*PINK PEPPERMINT PITY