Wednesday, July the 13th, 2011
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It was an overcast morning in July. Pansy Cradledew was up and about at an ungodly hour. Some time later, her inamorato woke up, and, glugging his morning coffee, asked:
“So what have you been up to so early in the day, my sweet, my darling dear?”
“Oh, I pulled the head off a bat,” replied Pansy.
Her inamorato spluttered a mouthful of coffee and almost choked, until it became clear that the bat in question was not some flesh and blood and sinew pipistrelle, but a model bat made from terracotta-coloured modelling clay. Pansy, it transpired, had fashioned a figurine of the hideous bat god Fatso, his “look” based on the equally hideous bat god Camazotz, and the removal of the head was a temporary measure to expedite the drying and setting process. Nonetheless, her crack o' dawn activity led to the conversational exchange reported, causing much merriment and the splitting of sides.