Part VII: How This Got Here

“So that is the story,” said Mrs Rose calmly. Dr Sank snored on. Mrs Rose cleared her throat rather loudly and obviously purposely. Dr Sank woke up with a start. “Uh?” Dr Sank sat up groggily. “What la, Mrs Rose?” He stood up and swayed from side to side. He raised his arms and went, “I am Triceratan Bear. Here me rawr. Rawr rawr very scary run run!”

Mrs Rose growled at Dr Sank. Our reporter looked at them, amused. As she was going to turn to go, then Mrs Rose suddenly said curtly, “You there, reporter! I want my story published. You recorded it, didn’t you?” Our reporter turned around. She nodded dutifully.

Mrs Rose continued, “My story is the greatest story about friendship ever. I must have it published, even if at the cost of killing zee Prezident of that what zonkywonky place. Just publish it.” Our reporter nodded again. “And,” Mrs Rose said again. Our reporter nodded. “You must put it in the BEST newspapers and magazines. You must use the BEST font!” Our reporter nodded. “Yes that’s the way to answer me. Nod! Nod more nod heartily nod vigorously!” Our reporter nodded.

When our reporter left the scene, her head was in her hands. She had over-nodded and it had dropped off and she didn’t have any glue with her so she just had to carry it. Actually she had double-sided tape, but she decided that it was not biodegradable and hence was harmful to her poor head. So she just carried it with her, snuggled up warmly in her arms.

So here is the story you just read, at the cost of our dear reporter’s head. We sincerely apologise that no lives nor blood nor heads were lost in the production of this story. Several scenes have been cut off as the language of Mrs Rose might offend a certain Prezident of that what zonkywonky place.


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