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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

·393 words·2 mins
loothi
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loothi
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It’s a quiet early evening in Nieuwmarkt. Smokers mix with drinkers on the pleasent terraces facing the historic grandeur of the Waag. The ambience is broken by a giant of a man, in an oversized shell suit, with an even larger voice.

“Aaaaaaaalishaaaahh!”

followed again by

“Aaaaaalishhhhhhhhahh”

and several more times. Happy couples sipping cappucino avert their eyes from the ogre who is doing his best to draw attention to himself. However, as he turns to walk off (no Aliiishaaah in sight) he reveals, to anyone watching, a tail of toilet paper 5 sheets long hanging from the back of his trousers.

Unrelated, I wondered what other people wondered, what happened to?. (Is that English? Probably not). I liked these.