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You feed Parking Meters

On the corner of the bars is a war going on between the green and the yellow Cabbies. They're all parked in a pile, yelling at each other and talking shit cab driver, Which Involves mostly the bashing of each others driving skills and car models.
As I am walking past the chaos it all feels like a strange lucid dream, where every situation springs into existence out of nowhere, rages on in my mind for a minute or so, only to completely disappear and make room for the next one.
Jeff Jones is standing at the corner of the coffee shop, stirring in a cup of tea and relentlessly fiddling with the little string that is attached to the teabag.
"Jeff Jones, what's happening?"
"I'm gonna drink my fucking coffee now, that's what's happening." He dunks the teabag in and out. "It's not fucking steaming right."
"That's because it's tea, Jeff Jones."
Across the street the cabs have finally calmed down, slowly mingling in with the late night traffic and all acting as if absolutely nothing had happened, blaring their radios and bouncing their good luck charms, they all load up on passengers tumbling out of the bars and take off.
"Jeff Jones takes shit from nobody." He dunks the teabag. "That's what I told my mom. Hihihihihi." He breaks out into raspy laughter that subsides just as soon as its begun. "Fuck rehab man, I'm gonna drink and smoke and snort till the day I die."
A man in a nice suit exits the coffee shop.
"Spare some change for a social outcast?" Jeff Jones positions himself right in front of the door and yells: "You feed parking meters with it, might as well feed me!!"
The man in the nice suit just walks around Jeff Jones and ignores him, breathing through his mouth.
"That's right, people!" Jeff Jones announces to all the bar hoppers and coffee shoppers and cab drivers and street performers. "Jeff Jones is not going down without a bar of Xanax and a bottle of gin!"

Baby Red Face Straining Feeding

toad is important

"Over there it is not for those up to the neck," the fern says sadly, pointing to the pots, the gentle strumming catch rain drops.
"That's their job," said the Tortoise, and throws the pots to a condescending view. "They can not even move," she whispers something softly and nods of ferns.

"June, why my favorite cup is in the toilet?" Catherine walked into the living room, where June is about to position a cup on the bookcase.
"No idea," she says not interested. "I could they possibly held up there have, but one can never be as safe. "
" Woe, you use this disaster in your favor to get me back to drive you crazy! "threatens Catherine and stomps back into the toilet, to save the poor mug.
"is so important to me your mind again not," shouts June after her. "And so a little rain is hardly a disaster."
"All my records are soaked!" howls Cedric and throws a pile of wet sheets on the sofa .
"All the better, who were always only my snake collection in the way."

asks "snake collection?" the turtle alarmed. "It's definitely a joke!"
"Who knows that in June already," sighs the Fern and waves a bit pointless back and forth. "Snakes are in a wet climate feel yes."
"Well, let them stay down there in the pots." The turtle withdraws its head into the tank and pretended to be asleep. This confusion is its really too much. After every shower, it is the same. All running around excitedly, trying to keep the water damage limitation, and yet each time what goes wrong.
"Where is my turtle?" Asks choppy and rummages around in Cathrin newspaper pile.
"On the windowsill in the kitchen," cried Catherine. "But you could really help sometimes, the thing does not drown it."
"toad is more important than all the valuables in the house together," says choppy and puts the turtle in his coat pocket. Soon be on their way out, his eyes fall on the fern. He hastily grabs a pan and emptied it out in the flower pots.
"Aah, that feels good," said the fern. "Thanks."
"No problem." Choppy going on and is suddenly standing very still, as if he were running against an invisible wall. He turns around. He looks at the fern suspicious. "Have you been talking?"
The fern waving silently to and fro. The turtle in choppy pocket chuckles softly.

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The aufkreischenden floor

"No. Come back, come back!" June cries with his voice over and hammered on the floor, on the site, has been at the fairy godmother earlier still. But she is not coming back, even the chicken is not.
"Three Wishes, June, three wishes," Cathy murmured to her, as she heaves June on a chair.
"But she has met them all wrong All wrong!" June howling despair, engages the table edge and galvanized by the kitchen table, so he was on the floor aufkreischenden back and slipped.
"So officials are now times, choppy says sadly. He stands up and bangs his head to Cedric's feet dangling from the tree house.
"forget me not," he reminds the housemates subdued and look over the tree house edge. "Ooh, I think I get dizzy!"

And with a loud bang and clatter Cedric squeaky lands in the middle of the kitchen table, with fear like a little girl. June, from top to bottom, soaked in their own coffee, staring at him in astonishment. Then she starts to laugh.
"This is NOT funny!" Cedric wailing and rubbing his elbow. "I think I've broken my tailbone."
"Oh, fine," says Catherine cheerfully ignores completely the debris in front of him and looks up to the tree house. "Now have I need a place where I can store my cleaning products!

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The good influence of the chick

"Thanks," June says to the chicken and takes three eggs in order to beat them in the heated pan. While frying the eggs they sit on a kitchen chair, the chicken like a little dog on her lap. It tilts her head, while June, it gently caresses.
"That smells good!" Cedric calls from his tree house. June said nothing, but looking at the chicken, which dozes peacefully. The heat the little body on her legs is unfamiliar and pleasant.
Cathy sitting on her kitchen chair and knits. A long, shapeless little blue curls on the kitchen table.
"I always wanted a pet," said June, and looks satisfied. Almost a little bit happy.
"Eat!" Proclaims choppy for a while later and spread generously scrambled eggs on a plate. Cedric can be downloaded from his bed and get something too.
"I'm sorry," says June, finally, avoid it but to see Catherine. This looks up in surprise and something flickers in her eyes. She smiles.
"That's the good influence of the chick is," says choppy and properly salted.
"Hmm," June makes and sets the chicken next to her plate, to come near to the food. Between each bite, she looks up briefly, watching the chickens, which pecked around peacefully in a bowl of grains, and eat then satisfied.
"I wish every night was here," she says. Catherine choppy and nod in agreement.
"me too" shouted Cedric from above.
plop!
"Oh no." Cathrin a weary look at their fairy godmother.
"You called?" Squeals and waves them good-naturedly teasing with her little wand, then sprayed the wild and uncontrolled sparks.
"Goook," they welcomed the chicken. Even before one of the WG people can say something that makes it pop again!, and the chicken is gone along with the good fairy.

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high desired

Penetrant cackling jumping on the fridge and the chicken lays an egg.
"Koooooomm, koooooom 'offers Cedric seductive tone, leaning far out of his tree house. "Do it in the basket! Kooooooom!" The chicken
considered Cedric with enthusiastic disinterest and sits on its own egg.
"No. What are you doing?" Cedric screams desperate.
"It breeds," says choppy, who enters at this moment the WG kitchen. "Thank you, that I can sleep in your bed."
"You sleep in my bed?" Cedric shocked squeals. He buries his Face in her hands and sobbing melodramatically.
"Oh, come on down. I have to smoke but quit," says choppy and pours himself a coffee. Relaxed he falls down with a crash on a kitchen chair and scratching his sack, what Cedric leads to sob even louder.
According to a knock on the door.
"Let me in!" Cathrin voice sounds muffled by outside. "You can not tell me out!"
"Can we's," June's voice screams from the hallway.
"I am the only one around in this flat, pay the rent!"
"You washcloth!"
"You terrorist!"
"choppy, you gotta bring me?" Cedric asked meekly. Choppy looks up.
"How did you got there at all?" He asks, stroking the chicken, which has settled contentedly on his lap and coos softly.
"I am highly desired."
"high desired."
"Yes, but accidentally."
sets the choppy head back and stares at the tree house above him. "But I did not drink," he mumbles, leaving the bewildered gaze wander to the hen.
"JUNE! I'll show you! "Cathy screams and pounding on the door.
'by me from "shouted back June and leans on the other side of the door. "Then I show up at for disturbing the peace," "Can you give me at least do the egg in the basket?"
"I show up to because of unauthorized livestock"
"I show up in illicit because ... rioting"
asks Cedric and leaves the small wicker basket just above choppy head dangling back and forth. "I'm hungry."
choppy places inside the egg and pushes his hand against a plastic bottle.
"What's that?" He asks, and takes out the bottle that up to half with a yellow liquid is filled.
"Oh," says Cedric, bringing the basket one on his rope. "Can you pour this for me?"
the bottle is choppy with pointed fingers at the kitchen table.
"Ne man," he says. "This is too much."