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A Letter to The Editor

After working out his new scheme for ‘doggie dating’ Adrian has been in the best of spirits. He is announcing his arrivals with whistles and his departures with new fancy greetings! His vault of characters have a new lease of oxygen and are thriving. Something is definitely happening in his life. With nothing much to do in my own, I am consciously taking his soliloquies seriously.

The other day, he asked me to contribute some dough for a Chinese take out that he wanted to order for dinner. I did so. He picked it up on his way home. As he was taking the parcels out of the bag, his eyes fell on a small object inside the bag. He immediately lapped it up with a cry, "It's a fortune cookie!" Now Adrian, I wanted to tell him, how old are you to be so excited with fortune cookies. He hasn't grown up at all! I kept silent, I was in no mood to entertain him, I was pretty hungry too. He tore off the glossy plastic cover in a flash. Before splitting the cookie, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Boy, he was really serious about this! I wanted to tell him not to break it till Fortune Cookie Day, but I relented. I lost patience and headed for the food.

He stared at the message in wide-eyed amazement. His expression told me it was something that did not belong to any extreme. I mean, he didn't shout in joy, or hold his head in his hands! I asked him, "What is it?" he paused, quiet. He was as still as a statue. "What is it?" I asked again. He gave out no sound. "WHAT IS IT!" I had to ask him three times. Then he passed the chit to me. On it, in italics, was written: 'Look for new outlets for your own creative abilities!' I read it out loud and completed the sentence with, "IN BED!" I started laughing out loud.

It was hysterical! Adrian tried to explain me that the last two words were added only to bow to popular culture, it was actually the rest of the sentence that spoke of the fortune. I was too wild with laughter to pay any attention to him. He wanted to be serious right away. He wanted me to take the message seriously, too, but I couldn't. So he got pissed off and stormed out of the room in frustration. Then he came back to claim his cookie and dinner. I controlled my laughter and asked him to have it in the dining room itself. He ate silently and left to his room to crash. Thankfully he didn't look at me; I was bloated with laughter!

By CatGirl on Jul 18, 2008, 11:41 in Venezuela forum.

CatGirl says on Jul 18, 2008, 11:42:

I don't understand Cyber garbled emails. Please clarify - Ciao

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