We've begun calling Mali Zub Master. As in, "Yes, Master; No, Master; What would you like now, Master?"
Master decided that he didn't want to sleep this weekend. Which meant Kimo and I, underlings that we are, also weren't allowed to sleep this weekend. Master decided that he'd rather kick and scream all night. And that, when we put him to sleep, he would toy with us a bit, sleep just a few minutes--10 or 20, say-- to let us think he was actually going to sleep. And then, just as we were actually drifting off to sleep, Master would start bellowing.
"Oh, what a fun game this is!" Master said.
He is as funny as he is benevolent, our Master.
Master also decided that, royalty that he is, that he would rather not sleep in his crib anymore. "I would prefer a chaise," he seemed to say, "or a royal carrier made of purples and golds! I shall also like to be carried everywhere I go," Master said. "And to sleep in the willows, by the shade of the river Euphrates, as I am fanned from above...."
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I remember those days. Indeed, when there was only yes, yes, yes! Ah the grapes are so full when one reclines on the golden chaise....
Posted by Bro | March 10, 2007 10:23 PM
Posted on March 10, 2007 22:23