The Diary of Sylvia the Cucco
The day we met Morpha
An: Tomorrow is FRIDAY! Woooooo!
Yippee! Whoopee! Yaynesse!
…
Okay, I'm done.
This chapters probably the most random and stupid, but still.
Oh, and Morpha is based very highly on my friend.
:P
13:15 So Link hasn't moved in two minutes. You can kinda understand. The last battle was so terribly grim we just couldn't bear to diarise it. Link just didn't see those holiday slides coming. It was lucky he had a healing fairy, actually.
13:17 Bob eventually coaxed Link into the room with a cookie.
"Watch out, Link!" Navi, Links' fairy partner squealed. "That doesn't look like normal water!"
"Well," A voice from the water shrieked, taking us all, excluding Bob, by surprise. "I should certainly hope not! Thirty five minutes it took me to put on my make up!"
A swirling blue tentacle thingy came out of the water and a banner unfurled underneath it.
The tentacle tsked. "I really should capitalize that M.. Still.. What can I do for you, dearies?"
"I want the Water Sage to be free!" Link said boldly, but his spurt of bravery was cruelly cut short. "Erm.. Please?"
"Out of the question!" Morpha snapped. "Unless…"
"What?" Joseph asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Unless… You take me shopping!" Morpha yelled evilly.
"Um.. That doesn't sound so terrible.." Mike muttered.
"Shopping!" I squealed, delighted. "I love shopping!"
15:30 "And it was THIS small!" Morpha said, concluding her story by making a finger and thumb out of her free tentacle and leaving about an inch of a gap.
"Are you serious!" I giggled, almost dropping my coffee cup.
"One hundred percent."
"No way!"
"Way."
"What are you two talking about?" Link asked, looking up from the boys table.
"Ganondorf's winkie." Morpha laughed. For a monster working for Ganon, she was very nice.
Bob spat his coffee out. "Ew…."
"More importantly," I asked. "Was it.. Was it masculine?"
"'Bout as masculine as a fluffy pink kitten."
"How do you know anyway?"
Morpha didn't answer.
16:00 "That was nice, Morpha!" Richard said, waving goodbye. "See you again sometime!"
"It was my pleasure, sweetie." Morpha beamed. "And all of you, take care of yourselves, okay?"
"We will, Aunty!" The boys shouted back.
"That's nice. Now get home before you catch a cold."
An: Done. Nuff said.