Chapter 45, 46 and Blow Me Down…..47!

Chapter 45-Inside Vicious Tongue’s Aggression Therapy Centre

‘Aye eeh yah wah!’ whispered Dot-nose’s Mother as she gently tapped the punchbag, moving it not a jot.

‘Hi wah doh eeh!’ muttered E but D’s Mother pushing a different punchbag, in a somewhat genteel manner, slightly to the right.

Vicious Tongue raised her eyes heavenwards, though she could, of course, remember being exactly the same herself. She knew she had a lot of work to do with these women, but she knew it would be worth it in the end, as she knew from her own experience.

After a few days of very intensive Aggression Therapy, Vicious Tongue decided that it was time for the Re-naming of the two Mothers-names more fitting to their new found verbal and physical aggression and power than just Mothers.

Dot-nose’s Mother new name was to be She Laughs With a Sneer and E but D’s Mother’s new name was to be Burning Jet.

‘Yes, far more fitting.’ mused Vicious Tongue.

In North Wales the day following the re-naming of the Mothers had begun at the Aggression Therapy Centre with role play where She Laughs with a Sneer and Burning Jet confront a car mechanic who is trying to con them over repairs needed on their car. Vicious Tongue allowed herself a satisfied smile as she watched the dramatic conclusion which involved the aforementioned car mechanic being pinned down by She Laughs whilst Burning Jet held a spanner menacingly above him, all the time verbally abusing him and telling him she’d see him in court.

‘Tomorrow,’ commanded Vicious Tongue at the Newly Named Mothers, ‘we will scream at the sea from a rocky outcrop. To challenge the sea, with all its power, is the final part of your Aggression Therapy and you will feel a surge rushing through your body as you bite your thumb at the ocean and its mysteries.’

Instead of looking slightly bewildered as the two Former Mothers might have done, both She Laughs with a Sneer and Burning Jet picked up their pints of bitter and toasted Vicious Tongue and their new found energies. Just the final touch of the sea visit and she could send her new recruits out into that hostile world knowing that they could hold their own.

Chapter 46-China

In China the day had started quietly, but soon something would happen that would change people’s lives irrevocably, and not only Chinese people’s lives.

The earthquake was intense and set off a tidal wave, a tidal wave that would be sent coursing around the world towards a rocky outcrop in North Wales, where the two Former Mothers screams at the sea would suddenly become like an ant telling an elephant to watch where it is standing.

 

Chapter 47-One of The Hermit’s Dreams

The Hermit slept deep into the night, his blue tapestry hat perched on the bed post of his feather bed. On the door knob hung the key to the contraption that was to change people’s lives irrevocably. He sighed one of those deeply satisfied sighs people sigh when they know they have the keys to something hanging up on their door that would change people’s lives irrevocably. Three minutes later he started to dream….

The Hermit stood alone at the pulpit of the church holding two guns and a cornish pasty wrapper. On his right he could see two women with a divining rod running across a field, chased by cows. One of the cows had a glove on its right front hoof. At the back of the church stood a young man, barely eighteen, hazel eyed with a name badge. It read…Matthew Blue Top Tozer, a Globe Trotter.

To the left of the church stood a man holding crystals and a map of the world with the word Diet written across it. There was a Ghostly Sigh and the one named Ilf breezed through the double doors and started to speak:

‘Time was,’ it said, ‘Time was…’ and stopped. A chorus began to sing on his left. Everyone wore name badges and were dressed in purple night robes. ‘I’m rejected,’ they sang, ‘full of condemnation.’  The names read: Detective OUBT, Juxtapose, Pinpoint, B in the F of A, Lollita, Lucy…….There were others.

He took from his pocket a map of Australia with the Sydney Opera House resplendent in double before him. ‘This is your Ommmm…’ he chanted.

There was a terrible calamity at the double doors as a beautiful red mg sports car burst through and suddenly the church pews, previously empty, were full of the Pope. ‘Kill them NOW!’ he ordered. The Hermit took the Cornish pasty wrapper and threw it at the beautiful red mg sports car, annihilating the whole caboodle, amid the roars of approval from Everything Good.

‘I’ve killed my mother, my mother, my mother, my mother, my mother, my….’

A fly buzzed close to his ear and he awoke.

‘Mmmm mmm mmm.’ said the Hermit, regaining consciousness!

That’s All!

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