Sunday 18 November 2012

MEMORY #5 – TICK ASSAIL


“That filthy rotten bloody old gramp! He must have stolen the ring that Sheeny gave me! That’s why he was so in hurry at the end!  I should have been more vigilant.

 My mother often told me,” You must be always very careful when you are dealing with the old or women. You never know what they could do to you.”

“And she was right! You offer them a helpful hand and they steal you a ring!”

Vincent was very angry when he realized that the filthy rotten bloody old gramp has stolen the ring from his beloved Sheeny. He was terribly swearing till the evening and then he was so exhausted that he decided to go to sleep. He lied down near the tree on a soft moss and fell asleep.

There was a hidden menace in the tree – a hungry vicious tick searching for victims. You might have read in some book that ticks don’t live in trees. Ticks live in grass – unfortunately this tick hasn’t read the same book, so it is waiting in the tree.

The tick jumped (you may have also read that ticks don’t jump) on the sleeping Vincent and started to screw in his thick skin on his dirty neck (you could have also read that ticks prefer thin and soft skin like in the armpit).Vincent is possibly doomed because this tick could be infected, now only time could tell what is going to happen to poor Vincent.  We will see – it’s just the matter of time. Peace to his soul.

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