Maybe he could just wait and see... before deciding on what to do... thought Erik.

Meanwhile, John Smith descended onto the earth below, overwhelmed with fatigue after a few hours of aimless flying. Somehow the encounter with Erik left him intrigued and baffled still. There was just something about Erik, something out of the common. And John Smith felt that he had to know what it was, which surprised even he himself, really, because he wasn't the type who would give a damn about what was going on around him. For 250 centuries, he had lived a life of absolute oblivion. He had witnessed how the Earth had evolved over the lapse of time, seen how people around him grew gray and frail then died, and such. But he didn't care.
All that mattered to him was probably just himself. And oh yeah, his pet - a rainbow chicken.

"Ah Twinkle, Twinkle dear. My lovely fat chicken! How have you been?" smiled John Smith, wearing an expression of kindness and affection. Twinkle, John's sole companion for the past 250 centuries, was somewhat mystical as well. John had found Twinkle callously abandoned on a fluffy white cloud during one of his aimless flights, and then decided to bring her home.

Twinkle clucked wildly, flapping those wings of hers that would never be able to take flight. She was a lively chicken, plump and full of vigour. A body of vibrant rainbow colours of different shades made her look outstanding and pretty, while her silver beak sparkled dazzingly. Her feathers were soft-like and fine, hence Twinkle made a very comfortable cushion. Living with John Smith, who although was eccentric at times, for the past 250 centuries had nurtured a sense of attachment between them both.

"Guess what! I had a extraordinarily weird encounter with some random cross-dresser today and..." John said in a smooth tone, as he started to give Twinkle, his one and only friend, a full account of his day like what he would do every other day...

Sorry I just couldn't resist introducing a rainbow chicken, I JUST HAD TO. Ah, those sweet, sweet memories... Somehow I feel that The Silly Story isn't what it used to be like anymore :l

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By  Anonymous, at May 22, 2009 at 3:00 AM  

Why do I get images of John lying spread eagle on the rainbow chicken like he's lying on a polar bear rug when I read "Twinkle made a very comfortable cushion"?

By  Fender, at May 23, 2009 at 1:05 AM  

I wanted to add that John WAS indeed doing that when he told his story, but then it wuold make the last sentence too long. And it didn't seem appropriate adding that part anywhere else.

By  Anonymous, at May 24, 2009 at 8:48 PM  

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