Daddy is on a mission. He is afraid of my prying eyes. Rather, not my eyes but those of the plastic owl that oversees the garden. A Great Horned owl with a camera for a brain. Daddy hates the owl and is building a fence between our properties. He is so cheap. Really, a tree went up today. Two months ago it was a small row of Italian cypress. Sprigs, right at the property line. Now a fucking tree in the parking strip between properties.
Why?
The cheap fucker doesn't want to deal with trimming half. Lazy fucking cheap bastard and the lawn goes un-mowed for up to two months. I agree with Mean Queen, she got so mean cause of Daddy. Not to worry, Mean Queen. And she is forced to lay hundreds of eggs in the vast underground chambers, poor Mean Queen, she lost the shouting war to Daddy.
Mean Queen screamed and screeched on the day of shouting. The day when spit-soaked gibberish was thrown at each other and the hood. It landed houses away, you could hear their argument in Middle Eastern three houses down. Oh she screamed, and then it suddenly grew silent. Daddy had screamed the final words that caused Mean Queen to cower. Her rants were no more and the Palace fell silent. Mean Queen left but came back, her egg laying not done, her slaves unattended, she gave herself to the power of Daddy.
Now the wall of Italian cypress, a filthy tree that only goes straight up and only looks good in the distance. They will have to meet an unfortunate demise. The same for the spindly Eucalyptus tree he planted. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy--What in hell were you thinking? A Eucalyptus?
Now the Great Horned Owl must be unleashed. The Great Horned Owl with a camera brain will swoop down and poop on Daddy.
Revenge is on the way Mean Queen.
No comments:
Post a Comment