'FRIDAY MYSTIC'
'Ahoy, Nancy!' 'Huh, what?' She looked at that man blankly 'Do you love Phoenixes or frogs?','Frogs, I fancy' 'Then there's one on your head, Nancy, Don't be violent, hey; don't be cranky. This frog's an illusion only you can see. But that frog hates being shooed away, hence he Might bite you, ever seen lizards dancing?' 'Lizards are like Jackie Chan, see Nobody ever, ever, ever, ever can see them dancing But can you do this for me chancie?' 'My name's not Chancie, it's dancy, And I'm your "Friday mystic"' 'Wanna see the world in an air bubble? Wanna see what it's like to be an ant? You can see all that you want, chubby, You can get all that you want.' 'Yes, yes, it's beautiful, pretty, but I can't. I want to go home, mum made some croissants' 'Wait, Nancy!' 'Huh, what?' She stared at that man blankly 'Wanna go to the church? We can go hand in hand.' 'That'd be awkward.' 'I know but we're just friends! Wanna see the mountain? You might see cycads!' 'What are cycads?' 'Oh they're trees, tall, pretty chads!' 'Your dialect is funny, just like my dad's! But alas, it's been 3 years since he's dead!' 'Oh sweety' 'What???' 'How many fun times we had!' She gaped at him for a second,'Dad?' 'Yes, don't cry sweetheart, don't be sad, Because I'm your "Friday Mystic"!' 'Dad, where were you all this time? We searched you everywhere! We searched you everywhere dad, no place left to spare, We searched the whole town, papa, but you weren't there! We love you, papa, why did you go away? Tell me this instant, I'm not going to talk to you anyway!' ' "When there's a will, there's a way" But humanity is blind as death, I'd say! Why did I go to such place where nobody could bother? You might choke when your hear this, it was your own mother!' To be continued.......
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