Address me by my true name
Published Monday, November 14, 2005 by PPQ | E-mail this post
‘Would you like a cup of tea
Bonobo?’ I enquired sweetly.
Nothing, nada, zip.
‘Bonobo…?’
Still nothing.
‘Bonobo, wo hoo…can you hear me?’
More silence, he carried on with whatever it was he was doing.
This was a little disconcerting. Had I upset him in the last five minutes and caused him to fly into a silent huff? Had he suddenly lost all of his faculties. Been struck with deafness?
I looked at Red who looked as though she was going to burst out laughing.
‘He won’t answer you,’ she said quite merrily. ‘He won’t answer you unless you refer to him by his new, ahem, I mean real name.’
‘And what, pray tell is his
real name?’ I asked patiently.
‘Bob Melon,’ she said.
Oh. Of course, how silly of me to forget.
‘Ahem,
Bob Melon, would you like a cup of tea?’
‘Well that would be super PPQ, thank you so much.’
This place is turning into a nuthouse.
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