She built a bathysphere.
"See: it goes underwater in the bath."
"No, no, ha ha, you've got the wrong idea. I know it's a bathysphere, but you see, the word means --"
But she was already underwater.
"I saw a deep sea trench!" she said when she resurfaced. "And a dozen species unknown to science. Molten lava steaming from the rock!"
"You are disembarking in the soap dish."
"It's the only way!"
A plastic duck bobbed by in a frenzy.
"She has disturbed the monster of the deep! Bazamba comes! Fly, fly, you fools!"
Bazamba emerged from the deep. A giant baby. Thrown out with the bathwater once, and forgotten.
"Gwar! Roar!"
Moral: Don't mess with nature.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
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