~ Stave Five~
The End of it All
Roger stared at his room with hazy eyes and blinked at the clock by his night stand which had by now resumed normal time-telling functions. The transcendental troublemakers had gone, and it was now apparently 7 a.m.. Remembering the night's disturbances all too well, Roger rushed to the window and flung it open, calling out to a young boy on the street: "Young man, what day is it today?"
"Why, sir, today's the day they're having the sale at Macy's!"
"What? No, no, no. Is it Heaven's Day?"
"Well of course silly!" The young man smiled coyly up at Roger.
"Tell me, is that bucket of bolts still in the window at the hardware store? The large one," Roger called down.
"Hardware? Mister, do I look like I'd be in a hardware store? I'll go check if you make it worth my while."
Roger grudgingly conceded and procured the bolts from the youth in trade for his favorite Liza Minelli cd, which he bitterly hated to part with. Rushing through the house, he almost collided with Norman who was just coming in from the back garden looking rather pleased with himself.
"Norman I apologize about the key, here's the proper one," he muttered stuffing it into the aged man's hands. Anything to keep from marrying that pink shrew! He then hastily departed and set to work using the large bucket of bolts to refasten Dorothy's appendages in the proper order so that she looked less like a stove and more like a girl again.
Finished at last, in a little less time than it takes for a standard bumbling father to assemble a bicycle, Roger proudly flipped the switch and Dorothy once again sprung to life.
"Ro-ger.....God bless us....every...one."
"Dorothy? Where did that come from?"
"Quite possibly from the week that you rented your 'stove' out to the family of Baptists. You're a louse Roger Smith."
Happy Holidays - From Serena and Grendel226
-= We Have Come to Terms =-
The End of it All
Roger stared at his room with hazy eyes and blinked at the clock by his night stand which had by now resumed normal time-telling functions. The transcendental troublemakers had gone, and it was now apparently 7 a.m.. Remembering the night's disturbances all too well, Roger rushed to the window and flung it open, calling out to a young boy on the street: "Young man, what day is it today?"
"Why, sir, today's the day they're having the sale at Macy's!"
"What? No, no, no. Is it Heaven's Day?"
"Well of course silly!" The young man smiled coyly up at Roger.
"Tell me, is that bucket of bolts still in the window at the hardware store? The large one," Roger called down.
"Hardware? Mister, do I look like I'd be in a hardware store? I'll go check if you make it worth my while."
Roger grudgingly conceded and procured the bolts from the youth in trade for his favorite Liza Minelli cd, which he bitterly hated to part with. Rushing through the house, he almost collided with Norman who was just coming in from the back garden looking rather pleased with himself.
"Norman I apologize about the key, here's the proper one," he muttered stuffing it into the aged man's hands. Anything to keep from marrying that pink shrew! He then hastily departed and set to work using the large bucket of bolts to refasten Dorothy's appendages in the proper order so that she looked less like a stove and more like a girl again.
Finished at last, in a little less time than it takes for a standard bumbling father to assemble a bicycle, Roger proudly flipped the switch and Dorothy once again sprung to life.
"Ro-ger.....God bless us....every...one."
"Dorothy? Where did that come from?"
"Quite possibly from the week that you rented your 'stove' out to the family of Baptists. You're a louse Roger Smith."
Happy Holidays - From Serena and Grendel226
-= We Have Come to Terms =-
