Incommunicado
As I drove out of my whey to the Cheese Store and my meeting with Chief Silver I started humming a little tune that had been rumbling around in my head. Soon, the hum turned to words…
On a tree by a river a little tom Tit,
Sang; "Willow, tit-willow, tit-willow".
And I said to him; "dickie-bird why do you sit,
singing willow, tit-willow, tit-willow?"
"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie" I cried,
"or a rather tough worm in your little insides?"
With a shake of his poor little head he decried;
"Oh willow, tit-willow, tit-willow.
You really had to hand it to Gilbert and Sullivan. They had a real turn of phrase and the Incommunicado was one of my favourite G&S works.
Anyway this little ear worm helped pass the time as I made my way to the precinct. I found Silver alone in his office pushing his furniture around.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm tired of how this place looks. I'm rearranging the furniture" said Silver.
"So I guess, then, you're the lone arranger" I quipped. "Hi-yo, Silver" I added for good measure.
"Look, Jack, cheese" I thought he was one-upping me but sure enough on his desk was an elaborate cheese plate.
"Gouda, eh" he said. Now I was sure he was having me on but I let Silver ride.
I explained my theory about horse chest maybe being a horse face.
"I like it" he said. "Thanks for trotting it out. The lads upstairs may think it's a load of crop and you'll likely stirrup trouble but I'm giving you my unbridled support, Gouda. I'm behind you all the way."
"After having eaten all this cheese, I'm not sure that's where you wanna be but thanks for your support, Chief," I snorted.
It felt good to be back in the saddle. This case was no cinch but I felt I was a bit further ahead than before. Now if I could just keep up the pace I was sure I could rein in the killer in no time. Of course I kept this all to my self because I thought it best to exercise tack.
Check out all the tit willows at We Work For Cheese and how they wrote about today's prompt which by the way wasn't The Mikado.
Check out all the tit willows at We Work For Cheese and how they wrote about today's prompt which by the way wasn't The Mikado.
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It just gets more weird as I go. I'm leaving now.