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That title is bound to catch someones interest. The other day when I was in P.T. using the arm bike I thought to myself, "I feel like a witch on a wheel" I meant "rat" of course. I was having a free association moment. Anyway it stuck in my head as something that Dru would say. Then my friend Debbie asked for a Dru story and this is what popped into my head. It's all dialog [sorry] fang four days.
Far Beyond the Stars.
“Oh my Angel I hear such distant music today, far beyond the stars, I can barely hear the whispers.”
“What is it Dru is it about me?”
“It’s always about you Daddy and my William too. I see a long journey…”
“Now you sound like a gypsy Princess. Shall I cross your palm with sliver?”
“No, no, crosses burn so do gypsies. One taste and you’ll be like a witch on a wheel. That’s all wrong rats spin round and round on wheels. You won’t like the taste of rats; angels should eat locus and honey. Why, both my loves are are tied to wheels. Poor Daddy, sacrifices sons and lovers and still never goes anywhere.”
“It’s like a song … One takes the high and one takes.”
“Stop singing! You can’t carry a tune and none of us are Scottish.”
“Yes Mother. My Spike sings in church, Mommy, but has no time for sacrifice. He’s too busy chasing the birds away. He shoos away the robin and his little golden bird and all her little fledglings just learned to fly. Then gives him self up. William you glow so bright you hurt my eyes.”
“I’m no choirboy pet but I am always beating the women off with sticks or eating them really. Don’t worry yourself.”
“Naughty, bad boys someone will get hurt if you play with sticks"
Far Beyond the Stars.
“Oh my Angel I hear such distant music today, far beyond the stars, I can barely hear the whispers.”
“What is it Dru is it about me?”
“It’s always about you Daddy and my William too. I see a long journey…”
“Now you sound like a gypsy Princess. Shall I cross your palm with sliver?”
“No, no, crosses burn so do gypsies. One taste and you’ll be like a witch on a wheel. That’s all wrong rats spin round and round on wheels. You won’t like the taste of rats; angels should eat locus and honey. Why, both my loves are are tied to wheels. Poor Daddy, sacrifices sons and lovers and still never goes anywhere.”
“It’s like a song … One takes the high and one takes.”
“Stop singing! You can’t carry a tune and none of us are Scottish.”
“Yes Mother. My Spike sings in church, Mommy, but has no time for sacrifice. He’s too busy chasing the birds away. He shoos away the robin and his little golden bird and all her little fledglings just learned to fly. Then gives him self up. William you glow so bright you hurt my eyes.”
“I’m no choirboy pet but I am always beating the women off with sticks or eating them really. Don’t worry yourself.”
“Naughty, bad boys someone will get hurt if you play with sticks"
