Chapter the 5th - The Black Falcon
Squeezing through the hole in the fence, we came fourth into the street.
- I mean, fifth.
- I mean... dang, guess those really pointless number jokes won't hold up in this chapter.
Anyway, we emerged into the street, and beheld the 'Black Falcon.'
I was confused.
"Ciola, sorry to bother you, but this isn't exactly what I thought of when you said 'Black Falcon'."
We stared for a moment at the dead black falcon lying in the street.
"What?" Ciola queried, "Its black, and its a falcon, isn't it? Were you expecting maybe a ship, in the middle of a jungle or something stupid like that?"
I thought it best at this point not to mention that I was an avid 'Lost' fan.
"I at least thought it would be a Cafe or something," I muttered.
"It is," Ciola replied.
I decided not to ask, and tried a safer question instead.
"Wheres this 'Geoff' guy anyway?"
"Struth! Its you Ciola! Long time no see eh?" came a voice with an Australian accent, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey Geoff, how are you?" Ciola replied.
"Yeah, reasonable," the voice said, "A little bored. And I think the falcon might be getting near its used by date. I may have to find some new place to live."
"Thats no problem," Ciola said, "I'm sure Edward here will put you up for a while. Won't you, Ed?"
"My name is Erstwhile," I said, getting a bit frustrated, "And who exactly are you talking to?"
"Geoff," Ciola said, like I was the dumbest person on the earth for not knowing.
I felt it was entirely uncalled for. Mikey and Arnie from Gore had to be dumber than me.
"Oh," I said, unconvinced.
"Look, he hasn't got anywhere to live," Ciola reasoned, "Can he live on you for a while? Just until he finds a new home?"
"Sure," I said, deciding to let it go, "Does he need help shifting in?"
Only then did I realise she had said live on me rather than live with me.
"Cheers mate," the voice came, "You won't mind if I help myself to a drink eh?"
I began to itch.
"Uh, Ciola?"
"Don't worry," Ciola tried to reassure me, "Geoff won't drink much. For a flea he has great manners."
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- I mean, fifth.
- I mean... dang, guess those really pointless number jokes won't hold up in this chapter.
Anyway, we emerged into the street, and beheld the 'Black Falcon.'
I was confused.
"Ciola, sorry to bother you, but this isn't exactly what I thought of when you said 'Black Falcon'."
We stared for a moment at the dead black falcon lying in the street.
"What?" Ciola queried, "Its black, and its a falcon, isn't it? Were you expecting maybe a ship, in the middle of a jungle or something stupid like that?"
I thought it best at this point not to mention that I was an avid 'Lost' fan.
"I at least thought it would be a Cafe or something," I muttered.
"It is," Ciola replied.
I decided not to ask, and tried a safer question instead.
"Wheres this 'Geoff' guy anyway?"
"Struth! Its you Ciola! Long time no see eh?" came a voice with an Australian accent, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey Geoff, how are you?" Ciola replied.
"Yeah, reasonable," the voice said, "A little bored. And I think the falcon might be getting near its used by date. I may have to find some new place to live."
"Thats no problem," Ciola said, "I'm sure Edward here will put you up for a while. Won't you, Ed?"
"My name is Erstwhile," I said, getting a bit frustrated, "And who exactly are you talking to?"
"Geoff," Ciola said, like I was the dumbest person on the earth for not knowing.
I felt it was entirely uncalled for. Mikey and Arnie from Gore had to be dumber than me.
"Oh," I said, unconvinced.
"Look, he hasn't got anywhere to live," Ciola reasoned, "Can he live on you for a while? Just until he finds a new home?"
"Sure," I said, deciding to let it go, "Does he need help shifting in?"
Only then did I realise she had said live on me rather than live with me.
"Cheers mate," the voice came, "You won't mind if I help myself to a drink eh?"
I began to itch.
"Uh, Ciola?"
"Don't worry," Ciola tried to reassure me, "Geoff won't drink much. For a flea he has great manners."
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