Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 27, 2013 9:11:12 GMT -6
Meanwhile back at camp....
Scrappy and Phalon sat around the campfire relaxing after a long days journey. A veritable smorgasbord arrayed on a fallen log near the fire. Several dishes were laid out; fish and pumpkin stew, served in the pumpkin shell, popcorn with a light dusting of fish flakes and sea weed, grilled fish with wild onions and mushrooms, and for desert, crispy fish skin in honey sauce.
Scrappy leaned against a convenient rock patting her stomach, a self satisfied expression on her face. Her plate sat, nearly licked clean, on the ground next to her. Picking her teeth with a fish bone she absentmindedly whistled a familiar tune from her own time period.
Phalon sat cross legged on her bed roll finishing off a bowl of stew. “What's that tune you're whistling?”
“It's a commercial jingle.”
“A what?”
“In the future people, companies, will spend a lot of time and money trying to figure out how to make people buy more of their stuff. One of those ways is to write short songs, 'jingles'. ”
Phalon glanced up from her bowl and gave Scrappy a 'I have no idea what you are talking about' look.
“They're annoying little songs meant to stick in your head and make you want to buy whatever it is. In this case the song is about little crackers shaped like fish.” Scrappy thought for a minute, “Let me see if I can remember,” she cleared her throat. In a sing song voice she started, “I like goldfishes cause they're so delicious. Gone to go fishin! They smile back until you bite their heads off!” Scrappy let out a burp.
“That is annoying. And doesn't make me want to buy fish or crackers.”
An eerie golden glow suddenly lit up the clearing. The fire flared and the sound of light music filled the air. Hovering over the fire appeared a large golden fish with white feathered wings.
“Murderers!” he screamed as he floated.
Scrappy shot to her feet and reached for her gun.
Part two later...
Scrappy and Phalon sat around the campfire relaxing after a long days journey. A veritable smorgasbord arrayed on a fallen log near the fire. Several dishes were laid out; fish and pumpkin stew, served in the pumpkin shell, popcorn with a light dusting of fish flakes and sea weed, grilled fish with wild onions and mushrooms, and for desert, crispy fish skin in honey sauce.
Scrappy leaned against a convenient rock patting her stomach, a self satisfied expression on her face. Her plate sat, nearly licked clean, on the ground next to her. Picking her teeth with a fish bone she absentmindedly whistled a familiar tune from her own time period.
Phalon sat cross legged on her bed roll finishing off a bowl of stew. “What's that tune you're whistling?”
“It's a commercial jingle.”
“A what?”
“In the future people, companies, will spend a lot of time and money trying to figure out how to make people buy more of their stuff. One of those ways is to write short songs, 'jingles'. ”
Phalon glanced up from her bowl and gave Scrappy a 'I have no idea what you are talking about' look.
“They're annoying little songs meant to stick in your head and make you want to buy whatever it is. In this case the song is about little crackers shaped like fish.” Scrappy thought for a minute, “Let me see if I can remember,” she cleared her throat. In a sing song voice she started, “I like goldfishes cause they're so delicious. Gone to go fishin! They smile back until you bite their heads off!” Scrappy let out a burp.
“That is annoying. And doesn't make me want to buy fish or crackers.”
An eerie golden glow suddenly lit up the clearing. The fire flared and the sound of light music filled the air. Hovering over the fire appeared a large golden fish with white feathered wings.
“Murderers!” he screamed as he floated.
Scrappy shot to her feet and reached for her gun.
Part two later...
