Came home, drank about 8 or 9 Budweisers,

Came home, drank about 8 or 9 Budweisers, then went straight to bed. I dreampt of thick rivers cascading as waterfalls into the ocean. So much water. Flowing. Streaming. Then

I awoke with a WaxVac attached to each ear. "My brain fluids! I still need those." But the WaxVac's knew no lower setting of suction. I was tied down to the bed with a gag in my

buttocks. It hurt so bad I was screaming from all orifices. Finally the WaxVac sucked my brain clean out. I felt lightheaded, so filled my skull with mud, silicone gel & glittery

blue craft glue. I had thought about using glittery green craft glue but when I looked in my big red craft box I saw I only had a tiny bit of the green left. My lightweighted head

bounced against the ceiling. My head was so light because I'd been doing whippits ALL night. My neck had stretched pencil thin. I opened the window for fresh air. Whoops!

Mr. Whippet and family showed up. "Can we help you?", they asked in unison. I joined them after flying out the window. My mum called Det. Manatee and his sea monkeys to help.

So there we all were defenistrated as it were: me, my Mum, Mr Whippet & Family, Det. Manatee and his sea monkeys. Det Manatee locked us up as suspects in a grand caper. The Whale

Story, later Moby Dick. Det. Manatee had been Starbuck, I had been Ishmael, Mum (Billy Budd), Mr. Whippet was Captain Queeg and his family the strawberries. It happened in Bedford.

seems like it is happening because someone in Bedford is listening in on the party line. We are talking and she is hearing nothing. Is she deaf, or are we mute? Or dead? Who knows?