A Jug Tale

A zip lining tree makes about as much sense as a robotic hamster. Neurotic neanderthal neon numbers neither neutralise nor nut needed narcotic nymph nights. Oh wow a triangular pendulum. Must swing around on that. If the mice like it then so will I thought the round square faced jug whose pleasure cane from attempting the antics of others but whose destiny it was to perform pouring duties only. It is only ever wise to attempt a swinging climb if one has hands argued the duster. But I get to go very high on top of those giggling glass cabinets. I am most fortunate. To which the jug made no reply for the duster never made much sense and had a fruitless existence which culminated always in the journey through the washing machine whose booming voice rang around the house. For goodness sake it could nit be quiet even when spinning. The jug sighed bit had not been used recently so was clean. Hmmm food for thoughts. Slowly the jug edged its way to the edge and looked at the distance between pendulum and side board. I can make this. He thought. And with one mighty mind leap he projected his mighty crystal frame in an arch reached the pendulum and dangled by his handle grinning in contentment but smirking when the duster appeared. The jug gloated. I made it and you thought I would not. It is evident that should one wish to attempt impossible acts one must have clean inners and and a desire to succeed. I did it. The duster sat motionless and not too pleased to be wrong. But still the efforts needed somewhat acknowledging. Yes you made it. I shall clap. And the duster began beating the air with flaps so hard that the gravity could only mean a rise and rise it did. Spinning around the room and finally resting on the blinds which gurgled sunlight and breathed relief at the soft caresses of the cloth. The duster smiled. Soon the house would be full. The pendulum swang to and fro and the jug chuckled in delight. The lady lords had arrived with their key turning tune. The lady was very puzzled and enquired as to who had placed the jug onto the pendulum. The duster smirked. Ha. Now the jug would be in trouble. The lady noticed the duster. Then running from the room she found Archie the terrier in the fish bowl. What on earth is going on here? And still the jug swang in solid state of being. And the duster sunbathed on the evening sun beams. The sign went up. And twenty three pickles ran out of the house climbed on bikes and rode away. Great. Z novellas number number number nice norms. Parasympathetic parapsychologists Z Z Z Z