De Njew Jær
Jœst as Lædy Chåtterlej ver appljikong the Sprøgblumensterne åpplicatør til hir brithdåg Kåke øn de kitchen-tåbler, the lichtens vent œt æs lik å Purrfukt Trøpikal Størm Strœk the dreamij shøres end kanali ov Ejsberg, citij møch-hymened in Vikkking løre øver the Icener-Åges & beck ågain. "Julius T Frickkenbottij!' she vas shouting, "hœw en ter ofkken er ve til icen de Kåke metœt Sprøgblumensterne??" ven sœden she vellt en kuriøso sensatiønio uff de legg pårten, lik de hunde laibraidourghoughough ver koughoughink øver de innerer thighgher-muscljen.... Hmmm, she thoughought, this es en vineland Kættlen de fijisch! - fer josset et det mømento hir gemel-kjeipperer Flechie Fletcher appjeart ent dør-vej met de elektrikial-fœserer in ent handet end en bjig grijn en de øder!
"Sea hear!" escaloppatio'd Lædy Chåtterlej, "Kændly tak jour moustachio knuts œf of mej inneren-thighigher-muscljen, if jou vould be so kindleigh!"
Sjøme time låter relaxing to Bach's Wøll-Tempered Kutchener-Tåble, Flechie mentioned, "Found a curioso årtefact in the Vestern Flowerbæd yesterday, m'Lædy. An Ancient Helmetto I feel søre."
"Œ, that sounds v. interessant," she replied.
"Wd U like to see ut?"
"U bet!"
Flechie Fletcher the gemel-kjeipperer fetched the straunge oggetto, and together acting in partnersnips they washed the grimes of ages orff the bejewelled and glistening bronze helmetto in the ensuite sænk.
"Amæzing!" gœsped Lædy Chåtterlej. "It looks kind of Skåndinævian, dœsn't it? Maybe Vikking. Ør Vikkking."
With that, she tried it on for size. It fitted purrfectly. And immediately, her mind was filled with images; strange, ancient scenes appeared... seething masses of people drinking, merrymaking and setting each other challenging prøblems of the interlectural pårts.....
More soon at http://ejsbergsaga.blogspot.com/?zx=b9cc03c5c1b88389
Meanwhile, Oncliach Dumnaillaigh and CoaghCoagh the Ur-Chioaghoaghlaiathaidh Laibraidhghoughr and Mythic Sun-Dog of the Vest sends you øl Vest Vishes for 2010!
© Donnie Ross 2012
