I walked into town, step by step. At the front is the town bazaar in which it's inhabitants ranged from the connving con artist to the honest salesman. I smiled, enjoying the sights and sounds of the many cultures that gathered around with their knick knacks, each bringing a piece of their culture to give to any humble buyer. I stumbled by an old fishmonger. He was selling all forms of sea food. I waved at him with a smile. He starred at me.
I smiled
He starred
I waved
He starred.
I knew not what to think, so I waved go bye and started on my way when he threw an octopus at me.
It clung to my face. Naturally I took it as anyone would when they have an octopus clinging to their face. I waved frantically and ran around in circles. Not my coolest of moments. Finnaly I stopped, it latching to my face for dear life. I told it to please get off my face. A moment or two of silence went by till, inch by inch, it squiggled its way up my face till it was under my hat. I took off my hat and asked if it was comfy. It gave a sigh and a nod, so I let it rest while I enjoyed my time around the bazaar, it peacfully snoozing on my head whilst I indulged on corn dogs.
Worlds Bearer · Mon Feb 16, 2009 @ 04:36am · 0 Comments |