The Koala and the Leech

My biceps are the envy of fitness fanatics. Cola is permanently grafted to my arms. Tonton dubbed him: The Koala. The poor fella has lost a lot of weight, his cheeks are no longer chubby, and I could actually feel his bones on his legs. They used to be so fleshed out!

As for EggEgg, he's constantly attached to my legs. Like a blood sucking Leech, he won't come off so easily no matter how I tried to pick him out of my skin. And the wailing!! It's worse than the Sirens in the Odyssey. If Ulysses has to hear this, he would rather throw himself into the sea and get drowned.

Last night EggEgg was staring at us with a vacant expression that's almost half evil. A dumb-and-dumber haircut, and a swollen lower lip. If there is a role for the Chinese remake of "The Omen" movie, I'll send him in for the Damien audition.

This morning I woke up with a brilliant idea. I asked Tonton, "How much do you think EggEgg can fetch if we put him up for auction on eBay?"

Tonton suggested an even better alternative, "Let's tie EggEgg to the front door of Y.S.'s house and we can flee to another country for good."

*Sigh* We've stooped so low as to consider such sanity plans.

Right now, EggEgg is feeding Cola some raisin toast and they are fighting over the toys. I think the sickness is over.