Agent 012 -Assignment Terror

Today's Link
Inner Feelings

Today's Saying
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. ~Dorothy Parker

Today's Picture
My Sister Dawn. Myself, and cousin Raymond

A Picture Story from Jeff's Portrait of Words

Agent 012 put down the bucket of rusty screws that he was trying to clean an answered his cell phone.

It was the BOSS. He feared the BOSS more than the chief. She reminded him of his assignment for the day. It was an assignment that Agent 012 was trying desperately to forget. He would rather face the demon again than this. He had faced the young man before under her orders. He still remembered the pain. He knew that time he was lucky to get out alive. This time he might not do so well. But when the BOSS gave an order you obeyed.,
He was given detailed instructions.
Get on the number 12 bus.
Get off at Jefferson.
Walk until you see the big bowling pin.
Enter the second door on the right.
Go up the stairs.
Enter the third door on the left down the hall.
No way he could get lost.
So he went.
As he sat on the bus he wondered how such a young man had learned to give out so much pain. Was there a pain school?
This time, he thought, I’ll shoot him before he has a chance to get to me. He checked his buckle gun. That gave him some sense of security.
The bus stopped at Jefferson.
He got off. He didn’t want to but he did.
He could see that evil bowling pin. He knew the horror it represented.
He reached the door.
The steps were dimly lit.
He counted each one as he went up.
He was on the alert ready for any ambush.
He reached the door.
The receptionist greeted him as he came in. “ Have a seat . The dentist will see you in a minute”.
The things his wife makes him do.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Yesterday was St. Urho’s day and Pigeon Falls celebrated all day. Everywhere you looked there were purple hangings of one sort or another. It was an official town holiday so there was no school.St. Urho was the priest who, according to Finnish legend killed the last dragon. He is celebrated in Pigeon Falls as St. Urho , Dragon Slayer. Of course in other places the revisionists have changed the story to make it look like the story of St. Patrick. All they want to do is drink purple beer one day and green the next. That’s not to say that no purple beer was consumed in Pigeon Falls yesterday but at least they celebrated the real mythical figure. None of this grasshopper nonsense. Mayor Trumble read the epic poem “ St. Urho -Dragonslayer” . She read it with fire. The poem was translated from the original old Finnish manuscripts found in a Finnish farmers back yard written on goatskin. Mrs. Trumble really likes the part where the dragon dies. She read that twice. There was even a little parade with somebody dressed in flowing purple robes waving and throwing candy. That part was played by good old Eino. The only sad thing was that our local dragons didn’t make an appearance. Eino carried a big stick just in case.
After the parade Last Lutheran had an Urho’s day party for the children with grape juice and grape Kool-Aid and a big cake with purple frosting.
The Methodist ladies made and .sold a lot of purple pasties.
Then there was the big St. Urho’s Day dance. The “ Four Poles and a Swede” provided the music. They said they didn’t mind playing for a dance in honor of a Finnish Saint as long as there was plenty of beer even if the beer was purple. There was one odd thing . A beer keg blew open and the beer rose like a fountain and people swear it formed a dragon in the air, a purple beer dragon. But then the beer just fell to the ground. Eino says the people that saw a dragon had been drinking too much purple beer. But Nellie Milonen who is eighty years old and hasn’t had a drink of alcohol in her entire life says she saw it. She thought it was pretty clever what they can do with beer these days. Nancy says her poltergeist must have left the shop and come to the parade. She didn’t know it was so artistic.

Wrap UP

The dragons want me to inform you they have a story as well. It can be seen here.It was a hard breathing day. Started by visiting all the picture story blogs. Betty and I spent a lot of time writing the story for tomorrow. Then she took the dog for a walk.My sister Dawn called. Betty and I discussed some possible cross over plots from her characters Mark and Sandra to Pigeon Falls.Then I visited every blog that left a comment yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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