Yesterday morning, before the school bell, my younger sister stopped by my house, in need of commandeering my camera for a class project. She wanted a photo with an Arabian twist, featuring her face and the textured design on her hand.
When she arrived, she barreled in as spritely and springy as a rainbow painted unicorn on a sparkly pogo stick.
Now this may be because she’s secretly a hypo chimpanzee on red cordial disguised as a human girl having infiltrating my family sixteen years ago using high tech chimpanzee hologram technology.
Or maybe it’s because she was running late for school.
Personally, I find the former explanation more believable.
The peg-legged horse is the metaphorical part of that sentence. The food poisoning is the veritable part.
While we’re on the subject. Ever seen a peg-legged horse?
Next time I get food poisoning, I’ll snap a photo for ya.
I blame the stomach cramps, the aunty of all headaches, the fever, and the hours I spent sleeping beside my pink toilet bowl awaiting the dry wrench summons of my stomach.
In all seriousness though, the fastest way to lose one’s zip-zam is a combination of all above and one other thing.
I believe in now leaving your imaginations to fill in the blanks.
So when you consider the above, really, it was a miracle I could hit the shuttle button and capture my Arabian parading, red cordial drinking, chimpanzee sibling at all!
xx The Unwell One