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he curvy words “spitting” and “sidewalks”
make me smile and want to sing, but I stop because spittle might slip. I’m
tempted though. My offense would only cost me a $5 penalty.
Those $100 fines are for sorcerers
whose saliva is charmed. Wonder if the Health Department folks think they can
actually catch wizards who pass along the sidewalks of town in the shadows of
dusk? Do they know their charms lie hidden and dormant until some innocent,
like me, drops a little drivel onto the enchantment, dry and waiting for activation?
Even chemicals in the drool from dogs’
jowls can spark a little life into those charms, spreading intoxication or euphoria,
depending upon the nature of the spell.
The officials seem to have the fines
backwards. If I had to pay $100, I sure wouldn’t take my chances dropping my
drivel with a whistle. No one’s watching right now…♪♫♪♫♪♪♫♫♪
3 comments:
As usual, Marsha, your spin on the common into fantasy undoes me! So funny and wonderful!
Thanks lots, Heather! So glad you stopped by. Have a great week.
Love how you can make me laugh at the mundane, adding that extra touch of magic!
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