Grey Says:
To Blue:
You talk of my adventures with such malice. Let the truth be known. My friend was not wrong in his accusations, but he often forgets much of the greater detail.
This boy scout, Swami, once put me up on his raft, and set sail. We floated out into the sea. At a distance of roughly ten feet the safety rope came into play. As I eased into the steady sway of the sea, a gust of wind from the mystical far east, blew across me, with such force that I was propelled into the far unknown, and with me the raft, and boy, and the land itself. As we moved forth through the sea, the creatures on land with no explanation as to their sudden commute, were in havoc.
We passed unchartered oceans and undiscovered lands with strange creatures. As the wind was not ordinary, but one with purpose. Only true linen could work its wonders, I, of unsurpassed nurture, could only oblige.
Swami was caught unawares, his innocent mind lacking in the caution earned through age, as he approached a strange object floating near his raft. He tried to reach it. He stretched. As he was just about to seize his prize, a monster from the depths of the sea lunged out and arrested his movements.
I’m neither a coward nor a weakling. I set up to slay this beast with my newly acquired strength, and commanded the winds to teach the leviathan the proper etiquette. And with a flash it was done, the mammoth scurried off to its sanctuary, not before returning the boy and accepting defeat. I was overjoyed that my efforts to save my confederate were fruitful.
I then let go of the enchanted winds, to return to the life of peace. Soon calm returned to the land where I lived. My deeds forgotten, my stories lost, I spend my days in a closet where I am but a weathered, torn Jockey.
Teal Says:
Blue says I look better as an “artsy” jockey, but I’m a teal jockey, all the other clothes in the closet look at me as if I have lines all over me, like one of those boxers the villagers love to flaunt.
Blue and I have a language, its source still unknown, it is native to the jumbawaka paraders and has a lot of “wakakikis”, we havent figured it out much but today we managed to say “teal” at the same time!
(But I say to myself , I’m but a humble teal jockey and a weathered one at that…)
Blue Says:
Grey is the kind of jockey who exaggerates a lot. Two of his claims come to my mind:
Grey claims that he’s travelled far and wide.He’s always going on about his experiences on the high seas and his encounters with pirates and sea monsters. I personally think he was used as a windsock on a raft by a boy scout.And I’ll bet my label that he’s never been more than a stone’s throw away from land.
Grey claims he’s acted in a motion picture.He acts as if he’s the next best thing to happen after Superjock(for the ignorant,Superjock is the red jockey worn by Superman and is the secret to all his powers). We finally did get to see the movie.It was an action sequence.The hero and the villain are fighting each other.The heroine is tied to a chair.Beside the chair, in the background, is a window.Through the window you can see the neighbour’s backyard.And there on the clothes line is Grey, flapping as if his life depended on it, trying to get noticed.
Grey down memory lane:
A few clarifications.
We were stuck together by old double sided tape.
And the weak ones that perished? Lets just say “Blue” was little hungry.
