By The Walrus
A selection of interrelated stories that started with a tale called The Mahogany Hippopotamus.
"Who's the letter from?” “I, er, I don't think you want to know.....”
This is a story made out of an impossible situation juggled around in my imagination, nothing more and nothing less, so don't bother looking for hidden meanings because there aren't any. Honestly.
Twenty two years I gave that moose,” he groaned to the grey, peeling walls of his modestly sized abode. “Twenty two bloody years! You don't get that for murder.....
“What sort of a question is that?” Blodwen snapped. “Isn't it obvious? I've come to find you and drag you home by the ear, you hippopotamissus deserting bastard!”
I have an old friend who's not of this world – the Earth, I mean, not the moon, because the moon is the place he calls home. And when I say old, I mean really old.....
“Don't tell me you've forgotten what happened when you turned up unannounced at my wigwam in the Gobi desert with Clarence and a number of other lowlifes, scum-bags and undesirables....."