Lord of the Thing
Nobody quite knows what it is...
Chapter 7
Chicken Water and a Hat
"I thought you said you'd show us to our 'rooms,'" said Spam.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I only have a two-room apartment up here!" replied Rochelle. "Just be glad that I have enough bunk bed for you all and you don't have to share beds!"
Afrodo looked under one of the bunk beds. Everything was covered with dust. Something was in the corner. He reached as far as his arm could go, grabbed it, and pulled it out from under the bed. It was an old hat, ripped and frayed at the edges. It was probably red at one time, but now was a shade of pink. Afrodo dusted it off and put it on his head. "How do I look?" he asked the others, who had begun to unpack.
"Wow!" cried Rochelle. "You look great! Wait - where have I seen you in that hat before?"
"I don't know," he replied, "but this hat is the real me!"
"I agree!" answered Rochelle. She looked at Afrodo. His long hair poked out from the bottom of the hat. Her bluish/greenish/brownish/grayish eyes met his. They were blue. He seems nice... she said to herself.
Suddenly she remembered something, but it wasn't about Afrodo. "Hey guys," she said, "do you want to see my new perfume? I'm going to try to sell it and make an extra buck. I call it Eau de Poulet."
"But," said Mary, "that means 'chicken water'!"
"So it does," replied Rochelle. "But it's all artificial. Don't worry, no chickens were harmed in the making of this perfume."
"All right," answered Mary. He took a whiff of the perfume. It didn't smell like chicken. It smelled like the sashimi. "Weird," he said to himself.
"Hey!" cried Poppins as he scrambled to the top bunk of one of the beds and sat there. "I call this one!"
"And I call this one!" cried Mary as he shoved the perfume into Rochelle's hand and climbed onto the bed next to the one that Poppins had chosen. The next few moments were filled with the cries of everyone in the Entourage as they claimed beds. Everyone got a bed except for Afrodo. He was too busy looking at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He turned to the group to claim a bed, but it was too late. Every bed was taken.
"I thought you said that you had enough beds for all of us!" Afrodo said to Rochelle. "We're short one!"
"Oh, I guess I missed Poppins when I was counting you. He's too short." Poppins let out a squeak. "I have an old cot in the attic that you can use. It likes to fall apart in the middle of the night and dump you onto the floor, but it should be all right."
"Whatever you say," replied Afrodo as he adjusted his hat. It rally WAS the new him.
"You must be tied after such a long trip," said Rochelle. "I'll let you all have a nap. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," replied Afrodo. Rochelle looked at him and smiled.
"Are you going to sleep with that hat on?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied. "I don't think I'll ever take it off."
"Okay," said Rochelle. "Goodnight."
Nobody quite knows what it is...
Chapter 7
Chicken Water and a Hat
"I thought you said you'd show us to our 'rooms,'" said Spam.
"Hey, it's not my fault that I only have a two-room apartment up here!" replied Rochelle. "Just be glad that I have enough bunk bed for you all and you don't have to share beds!"
Afrodo looked under one of the bunk beds. Everything was covered with dust. Something was in the corner. He reached as far as his arm could go, grabbed it, and pulled it out from under the bed. It was an old hat, ripped and frayed at the edges. It was probably red at one time, but now was a shade of pink. Afrodo dusted it off and put it on his head. "How do I look?" he asked the others, who had begun to unpack.
"Wow!" cried Rochelle. "You look great! Wait - where have I seen you in that hat before?"
"I don't know," he replied, "but this hat is the real me!"
"I agree!" answered Rochelle. She looked at Afrodo. His long hair poked out from the bottom of the hat. Her bluish/greenish/brownish/grayish eyes met his. They were blue. He seems nice... she said to herself.
Suddenly she remembered something, but it wasn't about Afrodo. "Hey guys," she said, "do you want to see my new perfume? I'm going to try to sell it and make an extra buck. I call it Eau de Poulet."
"But," said Mary, "that means 'chicken water'!"
"So it does," replied Rochelle. "But it's all artificial. Don't worry, no chickens were harmed in the making of this perfume."
"All right," answered Mary. He took a whiff of the perfume. It didn't smell like chicken. It smelled like the sashimi. "Weird," he said to himself.
"Hey!" cried Poppins as he scrambled to the top bunk of one of the beds and sat there. "I call this one!"
"And I call this one!" cried Mary as he shoved the perfume into Rochelle's hand and climbed onto the bed next to the one that Poppins had chosen. The next few moments were filled with the cries of everyone in the Entourage as they claimed beds. Everyone got a bed except for Afrodo. He was too busy looking at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He turned to the group to claim a bed, but it was too late. Every bed was taken.
"I thought you said that you had enough beds for all of us!" Afrodo said to Rochelle. "We're short one!"
"Oh, I guess I missed Poppins when I was counting you. He's too short." Poppins let out a squeak. "I have an old cot in the attic that you can use. It likes to fall apart in the middle of the night and dump you onto the floor, but it should be all right."
"Whatever you say," replied Afrodo as he adjusted his hat. It rally WAS the new him.
"You must be tied after such a long trip," said Rochelle. "I'll let you all have a nap. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," replied Afrodo. Rochelle looked at him and smiled.
"Are you going to sleep with that hat on?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied. "I don't think I'll ever take it off."
"Okay," said Rochelle. "Goodnight."
