Ever get that nagging feeling at the back

Ever get that nagging feeling at the back of your neck? No, not my dog trying to pull me from this fire. I mean the notion this has happened before. That this is all deja vu.

Bearnard closed his eyes in the face of the wind. The sound of water crashing around the ferry could not disturb his dream. He saw a sky, bruised with bold clouds, threatening to

The tea-loving, rain-hating man dragged a whale-sized tea leaf out from his shed and strung it overhead in a canopy. Just as the first guests were arriving, he accidentally ate

all the biscuits and crumpets. How foolish he was! They were supposed to be for the guests, and now they would go hungry. And it was raining. What a horrible party this would be.

This was how melodramatic Martha started all her birthdays.

And then Lloyd popped out of the cake, surprising Martha. Lloyd was naked. Martha squealed with delight. Lloyd approached her with buttercream-covered fingers.

"Wanna lick?" naked Lloyd asked Martha. Martha blushed. "I'm diabetic," she replied. "One lick won't hurtcha," Lloyd countered, holding his frosted finger to her trembling lips.

Martha leaned in to lick the frosting, but Lloyd pulled it away and put his pants back on. Seemed like there had always been a Lloyd in her life, teasing her with the sweets

of passion. This Lloyd however was particularly small and Martha wasn't stupid. She browsed her collection of Lloyds and found a new one that was just right for her, frosting too.