EDENVILLE

Pants Prawns and Cake

By @silenttomorrows

Bianca was reciting a poem to her bedroom mirror; she was sure it would win a prize, if only she could proper recite it. Her husband Jethro , came out from his shower and let his gown drop from his body to show his intention.

'Oh, not now darling'  Bianca explained, 'I need to work on the metre in this poem, not the centimetres in your shorts.  I'll get my diary later, and see if I can fit you in after the poetry competition.'

'That's disappointing my angel shortcake.  Do you know how many poems have been entered so far, only no ones asked me to recite one?'

'I think there are four poems entered so far and we hope there will be more.  Perhaps if there is an exotic soup competition someone will send you a recipe to cook.'

'Yes maybe.  Carlos is cooking prawn cocktail macaroons for our guests as a starter tonight.  For a main course he's cooking sea bass pancake with urchin and jelly fish for a dessert.  Of course they are not real jelly fish.'

'Well I hope they aren't plastic either.  You'd better check with him love.  If they are box jelly fish we might have a few more empty rooms.  

'Yes dear, you're right of course.' Jethro pulled on his trousers that in some countries they call pants; but as he was already wearing pants it would have been awkward for him to wear two pairs of pants, so he pulled on his trousers. Just so you know, Jethro is not now wearing two pairs of trousers. 

Jethro made his way down to the kitchen where six boxes of North Atlantic prawns were being unloaded care of Fudge's village stores connection with the Benediction fish trawling industry. 

'Morning Edward, you got the prawns, just send us an invoice for what we owe.'

'I said I would get them my friend.  They need to be used today though, because today will be the third time they have been defrosted.'

'Sure thing Ed.'

'Ah, Mr Fudge. Carlos Monteverdi ran over and gave Edward Fudge a great big hug. 'My prawn cocktail macaroons; plenty of chilli, seafood sauce, Parmesan cheese and pesto all scooped into my macaroon dreams. I bring you some tomorrow.'

'Er, thank you Carlos.  I think we're having steak.  Is that the time, I'd better go fluff up my broccoli.' Edward Fudge quickly departed the hotel. 

Jethro watched as Edward Fudge drove away until his view was temporarily blocked by Hudson Rock carrying a canoe on his shoulder. 

'What are you doing with that Hudson?'

'Oh someone unplugged the ice rink', came the reply'

'Yes Sir, interrupted Carlos, 'the new pool attracts lots of ducks.  Our freezer is full of pate.'

'I once new a girl called Patty', Jethro mused, I wonder what happened to her? I remember she was frightened of spiders.'

'She was a chicken Patty then', suggested Carlos.

Jethro gave Carlos a southern sideways look and walked off to hotel reception... 'just what did happen to Patty Cake' Jethro said to himself.'