Strangely strange

Its strange. Strangely normal. Normally strange. But strange nonetheless.

“The trapdoors! They're trappy! Trappidy-trap snap!”

~ My dog

I got my new baboon yesterday, not counting that time when I nearly ate a basement. It's like that, when you find there's no more yoghurt, sitting there with your yoghurt, no more, your yoghurt no more. Maybe if you had told me, we wouldn't have sailed Westwards instead of Northwards, kind of Eastwards, back to the start-point and peanut-noddle, like a box of bowls in boxes, craving for a craving of craving boxes in Easterly meatwards, not westwards but babooning.

We never did find that armour of invincibility.

Maybe... someday.

Conclusions

Don't jump to them, or they'll jump back, backity yoghurt back-back.

Who are you, anyway?