'Tap-tap-tap tap tap tap', that's how it sound anyways, as Caruso, the recovering patient typed carefully worded search terms into the search engine, some of the more successful queries to return searches that shed light on his unanswered questions were
Dream countess chateaux fluffy bed
Dream bedroom art gallery eggs Benedict and cheese
His curiosity getting the better of him, he began to enter another dream state, the interpretation he knew and felt three times a day and not wanting to experience it's full meaning, which was always a nightmare, he couldn't think of do anything if there wasn't some fuel in the engine, it was simple as that.
About the same time an inquisitive thought happened to meet an idea that was out for a stroll one summers day in his mind, the though inspected some nice brick work on a wall and a butterfly came between him and the wall as it to tell his, 'Nothing to see here', 'Wrong way buddy' and, 'What about Maria?'
'Oh, Yeah, i forgot' he said to a flashing banner advert promising a Russian bride, if the Countess mounted on the wall witnessing all of this found any of this abnormal, Von Coco wasn't betraying her breeding, that or maybe she was getting used to it?
If she had any idea what was transpiring, her tender look did not betray her composure in any way
Not wanting to get in the way of a good idea, he searched 'Countess Alexandria Von Coco AKA Maria' and low and behold, there she was on the screen, were his eyes playing tricks on him, this lady was beginning to pop up everywhere, and looking up at the bust mounted on the wall said, 'Wlel, wlel, wlel, i dnot bleveie it, trehe you are, why dnot we get a ltitle acunitqead, shlal we?'
He could have sworn the statue of the Countess gave a little smile, it was a long day and it may have been the glare from the laptop screen, so he reclined on the sofa and read the Countess Von Coco history online, only holy statues moved, he hoped she wasn't, religious ones are no fun he thought to himself , careful not to give any clues to the countess, he's soon find out all that he needed to know anyways, by the number of returned searched, she lived the life of Mother Theresa or Winnie Mandela, 'Noting is good nor bad only thinking makes it so' said Shakespeare, more reading would be required to get to the bottom of this one
If he had to look all this up in the library, he might never have her and lets face it, it's not every day a countess comes into your life and thank god for internet search engines.
He felt like celebrating for gods sake!
You need to be versed on all aspects of business, that was another point he learned in the real estate business, not so much the chicken process, that was still a work in progress, yes it would appear our wanna be business man was learning much in this real estate career, after all it's like Real estate chose him and not the other way around? Who wouldn't be proud of that fact? He was beginning to acquire a track record that didn't end in disasters and nasty letters from the bank
As it began to get dark, he began to read the Countess Von Coco's biography of where she was from Egar, in Hungary, a strange feeling came over him, so strange in fact, it was like a sixth sense or something like that and with a jolt sat up quickly and cried, 'The foxes, who's looking after the chickens?', He was trying to keep the wolves from his door and screamed, 'the foxes and wolves would take the lot, like the corporations', he was a business man after all and business was business
And leaped off the couch, sending the laptop flying and proceeded to re assemble his work attire he was wearing before his Humpty Dumpty fall. It was now after 6pm, you could say Caruso was coming up in the world, his zest for life, that spark had been ignited as Benny and the Dr watched their friend disappear out the door, to try and keep the foxes from the door of the chickens, 'no matter how much they huffed and puffed, no fox would get in there', he said the previous week when a thought of branching out into the pig business got wings and took flight
Unfortunately, thought got shot down in his brain like a fighter plane from world war II, thank god, it didn't matter he mused, 'World war II was years ago anyway, but that's history baby' as he put the finishing paint strokes to the gate, he was a benefactor as 200 chickens looked at him trying to calculate his next move and how they could respond
But how long would this spark for life last? Like any good friends, Benny bet it would last 2 days, the Herr Dr said, 'one week' and the bet was on, making a previous conversation they had earlier about which movie would so far sum it all up, well, 'Trading places' seemed to be in the lead, a $1 bet was placed, the winner takes all and the deal was sealed with the doctor said, 'Patient is cured', said the doctor, 'case closed' as they proceeded to play some old records, and drink Sherry, not the usual choice, but beggars cant be choosers, or could they?
It was hard to believe the records worked, they were older than dinosaurs!
Dream countess chateaux fluffy bed
Dream bedroom art gallery eggs Benedict and cheese
His curiosity getting the better of him, he began to enter another dream state, the interpretation he knew and felt three times a day and not wanting to experience it's full meaning, which was always a nightmare, he couldn't think of do anything if there wasn't some fuel in the engine, it was simple as that.
About the same time an inquisitive thought happened to meet an idea that was out for a stroll one summers day in his mind, the though inspected some nice brick work on a wall and a butterfly came between him and the wall as it to tell his, 'Nothing to see here', 'Wrong way buddy' and, 'What about Maria?'
'Oh, Yeah, i forgot' he said to a flashing banner advert promising a Russian bride, if the Countess mounted on the wall witnessing all of this found any of this abnormal, Von Coco wasn't betraying her breeding, that or maybe she was getting used to it?
If she had any idea what was transpiring, her tender look did not betray her composure in any way
Not wanting to get in the way of a good idea, he searched 'Countess Alexandria Von Coco AKA Maria' and low and behold, there she was on the screen, were his eyes playing tricks on him, this lady was beginning to pop up everywhere, and looking up at the bust mounted on the wall said, 'Wlel, wlel, wlel, i dnot bleveie it, trehe you are, why dnot we get a ltitle acunitqead, shlal we?'
He could have sworn the statue of the Countess gave a little smile, it was a long day and it may have been the glare from the laptop screen, so he reclined on the sofa and read the Countess Von Coco history online, only holy statues moved, he hoped she wasn't, religious ones are no fun he thought to himself , careful not to give any clues to the countess, he's soon find out all that he needed to know anyways, by the number of returned searched, she lived the life of Mother Theresa or Winnie Mandela, 'Noting is good nor bad only thinking makes it so' said Shakespeare, more reading would be required to get to the bottom of this one
If he had to look all this up in the library, he might never have her and lets face it, it's not every day a countess comes into your life and thank god for internet search engines.
He felt like celebrating for gods sake!
You need to be versed on all aspects of business, that was another point he learned in the real estate business, not so much the chicken process, that was still a work in progress, yes it would appear our wanna be business man was learning much in this real estate career, after all it's like Real estate chose him and not the other way around? Who wouldn't be proud of that fact? He was beginning to acquire a track record that didn't end in disasters and nasty letters from the bank
As it began to get dark, he began to read the Countess Von Coco's biography of where she was from Egar, in Hungary, a strange feeling came over him, so strange in fact, it was like a sixth sense or something like that and with a jolt sat up quickly and cried, 'The foxes, who's looking after the chickens?', He was trying to keep the wolves from his door and screamed, 'the foxes and wolves would take the lot, like the corporations', he was a business man after all and business was business
And leaped off the couch, sending the laptop flying and proceeded to re assemble his work attire he was wearing before his Humpty Dumpty fall. It was now after 6pm, you could say Caruso was coming up in the world, his zest for life, that spark had been ignited as Benny and the Dr watched their friend disappear out the door, to try and keep the foxes from the door of the chickens, 'no matter how much they huffed and puffed, no fox would get in there', he said the previous week when a thought of branching out into the pig business got wings and took flight
Unfortunately, thought got shot down in his brain like a fighter plane from world war II, thank god, it didn't matter he mused, 'World war II was years ago anyway, but that's history baby' as he put the finishing paint strokes to the gate, he was a benefactor as 200 chickens looked at him trying to calculate his next move and how they could respond
But how long would this spark for life last? Like any good friends, Benny bet it would last 2 days, the Herr Dr said, 'one week' and the bet was on, making a previous conversation they had earlier about which movie would so far sum it all up, well, 'Trading places' seemed to be in the lead, a $1 bet was placed, the winner takes all and the deal was sealed with the doctor said, 'Patient is cured', said the doctor, 'case closed' as they proceeded to play some old records, and drink Sherry, not the usual choice, but beggars cant be choosers, or could they?
It was hard to believe the records worked, they were older than dinosaurs!
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