...that one hurt

I had the sudden and strange urge to believe he was dead despite the fact that he was standing before my very eyes like a naked ape, though I suppose most apes are naked anyways so maybe I didn't need to write that. Yet I'm waffling (not blue) about this anyway and the time spent writing this could have been spent writing the story... ahem.

This must be some sort of magic, I thought, and what an impetuously impervious ignoramus to be acting like such a fool, a jester, a joker.

"Why so serious!" he called down to me and suddenly I was overcome with humour.

"You carry on debasing the name of my wife, don't worry about it, it's fine!" I shouted back. She came towards me and gave me a kiss on the nose.

"You're such a sweetheart, and I didn't get you anything for out anniversary!" she huffed, "ah well, Mr Ignoramus please come down from the branch."

The man stayed perched on the branch like the crow with the piece of cheese.

"Don't trust..." he muttered, his face twitching and eyes flitting about.

"We have cake," she smiled up at him.

"Oh ok," then he stood up straight and took a step off the branch.

He fell to the ground landing on his head.

"Will he be alright?" I cried, startled as we rushed over to him.

"I won't deny it," the man said, "that one hurt."

The End

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