“Dear,” said the Mayor's wife, shaking him lightly. “Oh ,dear!”
The Mayor grumbled and turned his face in her general direction.
Quickly placing a light kiss on his lips, she beckoned him again. “Dear! It's time to wake up. We are being invaded.”
The Mayor opened his eyes, beholding the saggy, wrinkled face that belonged to his wife of 40-some odd years. He knew she had said something important, that had been rather alarming and made him decide he might best wake up, but, looking at her face, he had trouble remembering. What a face to wake up to! It was so .. so ..
“Beautiful.” he stated, matter-of-factly, kissing his wife full on the lips. “What a face to wake up to!”
“Why thank you,” his good lady replied. “Only, the servants are here and ..”
“Oh, let them watch. They could learn a thing or two about love that will keep their homes happy.” he teased, kissing his wife again.
“Yes, dear, but ..” , she started to reply, before beng hushed by kisses to her mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth again ..
“Oh, so you want them to watch? You naughty vixen! But, no, you are all mine.” Turning to the servants, he good-naturedly ordered,” Avert yon eyes.”
Looking at their eyes, however, stopped his joviality cold. “What is it?” he demanded, fear entering into his heart. Looking to his wife, he asked again, “What is it?”
“We are being invaded, dear.”
“By whom?”
“Junjip, the farmer, spotted a ship off the coast. He said there was a long boat rowing towards shore with (Not) Navy seamen of Chaos in it .. and .. oh I can't ..”
“Well, my darling, that is not an invasion.” replied the Mayor. “We live within his protected forest. He has every right to ..”
“No, you don't understand.” the lady wailed, dropping her face into her hands and weeping openly.
“No, I guess I do not, my sweet poppet. I will, however, before much longer.” he vowed, hopping up from the bed and beginning to bustle into his clothes.
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