Brandonni the Great had been his stage name
moniker, way back when he had been a youthful and innovative magician. His Abracadabra
actually did put forth something that surprised and delighted all, including
himself. He was going places.
But now, here he was, all bent over with
arthritis, glowering at those smiling young nurses. “How are we
today, Mr. Brandon…Now, let’s drink down the prune juice, shall we?...?” It was
a nuisance to be around such darn cheerful pretty women.
When the carillon chimed from the nearby
church, the nurses appeared in army formation to wheel the residents to the
dining hall. Please…not creamed corn
again…but there it was, gray goo.
Brandon summoned all the sparks that had once been
part of him, The Great Brandonni. Abracadabra!
A shower of creamed corn fell from the ceiling,
coating each nurse with the gray goo called creamed corn. The screams and profanities were music to the
residents’ ears.
Still
got it! Next time...ice cream?
