"You can hardly tell," Myx said.
"Tell?" I always try to sound smart by echoing something I don't get. Does it work? Almost never, but I never said I learn from my mistakes.
"That this withered thing is an elephant. A joyous one by the looks of it."
"Symbol of what?" I asked. My voice had a hint of joy of its own since I thought this would get us onto the subject I intended.
"The GOP? You're not gonna make this a political statement, are you, Dave?"
"If I knew enough about either party I would ... I mean ... no!"
"Then, reading your transparent motives and feeble associative powers, I'd say you want me to talk about the cliché 'memory like an elephant.'"
"I have powers?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled when I asked that!
Myx ignored me and went on to explain: "Because of my synesthesia, I have a perfect memory, everything crystal clear."
"Can you remember all my other powers?"
"The crystal has gone dark!" Myx said.

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1 comment:
Very funny today, Dave! LOL!
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