Toadfish Monastery

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly. Jack ducked a moment too soon, an apple spun lazily round the washing line, moved past clapping fans and climbed mole hills for cash. His mother, Ethel Autumsmere, had hoped to become a pillar of salt but lost her shaker filled with the requisite poker chips. Nonetheless Emilio rescued her sorry behind from looming a tapestry laden with barnacles and ice bergs. No one could fathom the depth to which

Chapter Seventeen
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Wednesday morning never arrived. No-one took any notice and no work occurred. While no major catastrophes were avoided, several parakeets soiled their imaginary trousers after witnessing no particular good reason . Absent a decent wash, no avian feather donor would donate. Therefore no descent into the nest was even partially recommendable. Instead Jack refused to shout his BarMitzvah speech he hadn't the stamina to write. The hostess lifted her skirt to muted applause from Rabbi Hype Orcrite, Kill-Joy Extrordinaire, Graffiti-Artiste Par Mundane, who couldn't string his thoughts together without belching loudly, the eardrums pounded with jellyfish tentacles wrapped around rice.

Jack, the Professional hijacker took an umbrella stand without the owner having a clue that Russian spies were not on board the tram. Neither were as close to Ipswich as Bishop Bolton of Ulm, who would not say it was Wednesday even if toads flew.  Rivets jumped skyward, propelled by laxatives.  It rained rubber chickens when live cockatoo cocks paraded past Corporal Himmelstoss frogs. Nobody was surprised.

The Rabbi was still washing his balloon pants in the imaginary well while contemplating motorcycle art. The stains on the new chap's magic underwear glowed brightly. Jack ducked a moment too soon, an apple spun lazily round the washing line, moved past clapping fans and climbed mole hills for cash. His mother, Ethel Autumsmere, had hoped to become a pillar of salt but lost her shaker filled with the requisite poker chips. Nonetheless Emilio rescued her sorry behind from looming a tapestry laden with barnacles and ice bergs. No one could fathom the depth to which Emilio sunk.

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke

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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals

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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more inclined to

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more inclined to swallow whole

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more inclined to swallow whole walruses. Emilio

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more inclined to swallow whole walruses. Emilio, proud hunter

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more inclined to swallow whole walruses. Emilio, proud hunter of ocean-faring

Chapter Eighteen
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European narwhals tend to inadvertently poke baby seals but this particular beast was more inclined to swallow whole walruses. Emilio, proud hunter of ocean-faring tattoo artists