Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Writer Lady looks at Monitor Man, her eyes growing wide.   She presses her lips together indicating that it wasn't her who pointed this detail out.   Monitor Man looks at Writer Lady holding her gaze for several seconds. “I thought that it would be a nice way to spend more time with Writer Lady.”  He turns facing TP, House, and Mural Man again.  “I only did what Tinkletoes told me to do because it gave me the opportunity that I was looking...”  Monitor Man holds up one hand and modifies his words, “I was hoping for.” “Tinkletoes opened the door.”  Mural Man says. “I just chose to walk through it.”   Monitor Man says. “That's your argument,” House says.  “In other words, it's okay to do something that other people want you to do as long as there is some sort of pay off for you?”   She asks. “Care—ful.”   TP sings.  “It's a set up.”  The faerie warns giggling. Monitor Man takes his time answering.  “No.  It is

TP reaches out with the feather, gently stroking Monitor Man's toe.  The sound returns. House, TP and Mural Man look at each other smiling and laughing quietly.  TP flutters forward getting closer to his prey.  Using the feather the faerie makes one long stroke along the most ticklish portion of the foot.  A full laugh emerges from Monitor Man that ends with a snort.  Writer Lady raises her head and opens her eyes to find Monitor Man looking at her. “Did you just snort?”   She asks. “Who me?   Of course not.” “What was that sound?” House and TP stifle their laughter from the shadows. “Maybe it was one of the cats.”   Monitor Man suggests. Writer Lady looks around, “There aren't any cats in the room.” “The little dragon?” “He's not in here either.” “The big dragon?”  Monitor Man asks. Writer Lady starts to answer and then stops, thinking for a moment.   “You've never seen Diomedes.   How do you know the

“But...” Pixie Three says, “We were having such a lovely conversation.” “I was just getting started.” Pixie One says. Tinkletoes swiftly raises his hand, scooping the pixies into an empty jelly jar. “Now  it's over.”  He says, covering the jar and locking them in.  “Carp.” Tinkletoes says. “If you don't mind.” “Mind?   You just made my night.” Carp says taking the jar and leaving the room. Tinkletoes points to Writer Lady.  “You.  Stay here.” “You'd better hurry with that.  Tinkletoes will be back any second and he's pissed.”  Carp says to Monitor Man as he walks past the front door. Monitor Man continues smiling and politely saying “good night” to large groups of pixies as they leave the house.   “Thank you for coming.”   Monitor Man smiles and waves.   “Things will go much more smoothly next time.”  He says. “I should hope so.”  A pixie exclaims as she leaves the house. The pixies slowly rise up into the night, blending in wit