octipus rex 1.5

do you remember the picnic that afternoon? i think it was than that you realised  why anteater meat is not part of our diet. we ate this meal by the brook that walks through our desert.
who was it that came up with the idea that temporarily ended the fighting between the kangaroo rats and the penguins? i cannot remember. well anyway, gainesborough was told that if there any more battles his legs would be on the breakfast menu, but i shall never forget the look of terror on his face as he fled the desert and cowered in the hallway. we lost ourselves in laughter.
andre-richard went up to his tree house to write to pierre saint-klein, his designer, for a jock strap that would be suitable for formal occasions, such as the dinner parties that are frequent in his tree house.
i thoroughly enjoyed the walk that we took in the forest that afternoon. times like this when we relax together, just the two of us, are important to me.
that evening none of us felt like cooking, so we ordered a pizza from vittorini's pizza parlour. we shall never forget what happened that evening. we had to wait a long time for the pizza to be delivered. it seems that the woman delivering the pizza was confused by the address to which the pizza was to be delivered.why so much confusion?! The note that you left on the outside of the door to the stairwell informed her that we were in the forest. she contemplated that for seven or eight minutes. eventually she found us, we were at the edge of the forest. she introduced herself as amy poulet-criant and explained why it had taken so long to make the delivery. for some reason she was confused even more when gainesborough asked her if she had seen his pipe anywhere, perhaps she thought that kangaroo rats only smoked cigars.
that evening was one of the few on which we left the hotel nicholas during the weekend, that is when we are not travelling, but we never missed the films produced by koji legrand, they were always worth seeing no matter how far one had to go. that one was no exception. "the love life of a cockroach" was a film that was not to be missed, a veritable classic. the acting was splendid, kevin the cockroach should have won the academy award for the best performance by an actor, and the photography was beautiful, especially the scenes in the kitchen at maxim's. unfortunately kevin was stepped on during the filming of his next film, "the cockroach that save waynesboro." his funeral was attended by thousands of fans.
we collapsed into bed after returning from the cinema. i do not now what andre-richard did the next day. you and i spent the whole day playing cards as we reclined in the chairs that we imported from atlantis and vaclav served us tea and turtle soup, seasoned with catnip, of course.
at 23:53 we all gathered for seven minutes of mourning for the death of another weekend and preparation for another week of devotion to time and routine. we gathered around the clock and silently watched the swinging of the pendulum.
love,
herbert