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Go," said the enchantress, "and see ye the one known as Clint. But bewarned, his medicine is potent; few have entered his cave, and even lesshave returned. So take with you this talisman." She plucked it from her ample chest and thrust into his sweaty palm atiny upright mexican bean. He pocketed it and crawled across the mountainsfor twenty eight days. When his labours were finished he fumbled for thebean but could find it no more. He crawled back another twenty seven and ahalf days to where he'd come from and saw the enchantress standing bemusedby a series of petrol pumps. "
You forgot the bean, didn't you," said the enchantress. But he was unable to speak, his tounge swollen and parched with hislabours over the crucifying desert had grown so pulpy in his mouth it wasas if he had two sausages and a severe dental case and couldn't speak atall. "
Seek ye the one known as Clint, but be warned; few have entered his cave,and even fewer returned. Take you this talisman, one small mexican bean,and remember: go." For twenty eight days he crossed the desert. His eyes glistening withthe parched waters of love, his mouth snarling for the occasional plant andjack rabbit that danced into the uterine thing of his part. Nobody couldstop him now. "
See ye the one known as, Leo? Jeff? Dennis?" For twenty seven days he crawled back across the desert. His tounge soswollen with pain he could barely lick the occaisional spike from thecactus to deeply needed nutrition from way below the ground. Eventually hecrawled over the ridge, and there standing on the petrol pumps was theenchantress. "
Forgot his name didn't you?" He was unable to speak. "
Go, seek ye the one known as Clint, but rember few have entered his caveand even fewer returned. Take you this, take you this, prawn, onion,bicycle cap." Now they were really stuck. (
Which just goes to show that love is the distance between reality andpain.)
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