Yes, another one while I finish off the next Fang of Siberia chapter.
Tea and Biscuits
I admit I should have been a decade or so older than I was, but that's what happens when you fly around as a spirit for a while. I not saying it was pleasant because it was quite the opposite. I had began to feel sick and ill a lot and everybody seemed to have forgotten I had ever existed. It had been disturbing at the best of times.
I looked down to see the English channel stretching below me and the white cliffs of Dover ahead. It had been a long flight and I couldn't wait to get a good rest when I arrived at Nimrod's place.
When I finally arrived, I flew in through the library window and landed unfortunately in his cup of tea. It took me a moment to realise what had happened and to thought communicate my annoyance to Nimrod who was sitting comfortably in a chair.
"What kind of an idiot leaves his tea lying around for innocent birds to fall into?" I asked.
"That Groanin," he laughed mockingly. "I'll have to have a word with him about innocent birds."
I tried to narrow my eyes and snarl, but then I realised how weird it would look on a bird, and so evidently did Nimrod. He was trying not to laugh. It was hard to get angry when somebody was being so polite.
"What rings you here then?" asked Nimrod.
"I thought I'd take a trip to visit the twins in New York," I replied.
"Good for you," he smiled. "Are you checking on their community service?"
"That too, but it is just meant to be a friendly visit," I told him.
"I see," he said distantly. "Say, how did they actually make the statue collapse?"
"It's a long story," I replied.
"I've got lots of tea," he prompted.
"Is that meant to be funny?" I inquired rudely, remembering that I had fallen in one not too long ago.
"Biscuits?" he ventured.
"Fine," I gave in. "It was a week ago and they were playing a game of catch..."
"Catch?" nimrod interrupted incredulously.
"Yes," I confirmed. "Catch...with a canon ball."
"What?"
"Please stop interrupting."
"Sorry," he apologised. "Please continue."
"Anyway," I dismissed the off-topic conversation. "They were playing catch with a canon ball when John, big surprise, said he could hit the torch on the statue of liberty."
"That was a bit stupid..."
I fixed him with a stare to make him shut up.
"Yes, it was and Philippa, silly girl and very unlike herself thought it would be interesting to encourage him. Then guess what," I paused for a second. "The canon ball hit the torch smashing it to pieces. The Philippa not noticing what had happened said that she could hit the crown. When she threw the ball it felt smack bang on the centre of liberty's head and crashed through all the levels to the ground shaking it like an earthquake. And the statue collapsed. Simple as."
"I think I'm going to be having a word with those two about what it is acceptable to play catch with and what is an acceptable challenge," concluded Nimrod.
"Indeed," I agreed before pecking away at my biscuit.
That's how they destroyed the statue. I hope you all liked it.
