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Henrietta was sitting under a shady tree whilst reading the Gecko Echo. As she turned the page the tree shed a pod and ‘Thwack’ it hit Henrietta straight between the eyes. She did not read anything into it and held no grudge about the pod shed but she let out a huge sigh which blew the Echo over backwards so it could only be seen and not read. What came into view was something Henrietta had never come across before, mainly because she never finished the Echo to the * There in front of her eyes was not only the bean pod but also the cross word. The visions were enough for much crossing including her eyes and she dropped the paper then shook the bean pod off her face. The newspaper fluttered everywhere as it fell open again and blew as if it was free to *(spread the word). Henrietta took scant notice of this and decided that she had a bean to pick with the tree. Whilst she scrambled up from her sitting upright position, one that was natural to her, Henrietta noticed a huge nook in the nearby rock and movement from within. With curiosity tickled when she was on all fours again Henrietta lumbered over to it in a stiff manner because the sitting pose she had chosen seemed to have found muscles that she had never been on close feeling terms with before. Bearing the pain Henrietta carried on over to the nook and bent her head down to see just what was inside this mysterious crevice. Her nostrils flayed and because of the recent exertion her breathing was laboured which made her puff and pant into the gap. This was unbeknown to her though but the residents of the hollow felt it with discomfort +++++ Nibbling with his dainty mouth on the Accacia leaves, Gerome decided that his neck ached but he was trying to fill the gap in his expansive belly and he decided to suffer the discomfort of a pain in the neck to do just that. His horns were losing all senses as he chomped in a slow and lazy fashion on his current mouthful which made him feel that with no circulation to the crown of his head he might keel over from a great height. The stubby horns tingled and began to feel numb, not that they had much feeling in them to start with but the fuzzy felt, that covered them, did have a form of feeling and at present they felt quite *. Gerome put his head to one side in the hope that the movement would induce circulation but alas it was not to be and he was forced to move away from his acacia * and lumber albeit it gracefully around the block for a while just to get things pumping and put colour back into his patchwork. Whilst he moved around Gerome noticed how noisy the air was today filled as it was with the constant buzz of bees feeding on the acacia flowers and the clicking and flicking noises of the geckos as they rummaged in the dry grass and up the tree trunk for anything that moved which was edible. His tail seemed to be making a racket today and he wandered why everything seemed so loud. After a while the noise was getting on his muzzle which made him shake his head in a ferocious fashion as if trying to dislodge the surround sound. As he did this he cricked his neck and whinnied out in pain but what was more disconcerting was the way his ears flapped sounding like bat wings flitting by. Now he was most concerned because he had never had bats in his flappers before which made him wonder what on earth was wrong with him. It was not as if he was getting long in the neck even though he was well chequered. He just looked older than his counterparts because he had more squares on the route up to his neck. After some consideration Jerome decided not to shake his head again but instead take tongue out of cheek and * his ears with it. After all he had a long pronged tongue which he used to curl around the branches in order to pull the leaves to shreds for his orification/edification. With this thought in mind he wondered how best to do the exploratory lick and decided that it would be safer to be seated. This was one of his least favourite movements. It was not the getting down to it that was bothersome but rising to the occasion again was something he had not mastered properly. The noise continued and so did the bat flaps and to disconcert him even more he felt tickling within his hairy ears. His eyes opened wide and he batted his eyes, moving his long and curled eyelashes slowly, in a surprised manner. At the sensation of movement on his outer ear rims he shook his head again and this time he heard a deep throated 'BUZZ'. The tickling increased and finally from the ear mats a bee came into sight wiping its body with its legs. At the sight of Beryl the penny dropped and now all became clear even the strange noises stopped. The bats also seemed to have flown but that was just a figure of speech. Beryl continued preening herself straightening her untidy fuzzy body and then finished off with the back leg flicks over her gossamer wings. The puzzled giraffe seemed to have gone into a trance watching Beryl out of the corner of his huge and soft brown eyes. The tiny insects buzzed in front of them and so began the batting again to clear the eyeballs that seemed to be filled with tears. Beryl stopped her grooming and enquired why Gerome shook his head all of the time. “I was just going to savour the acacia nectar when I ran clean into you. It was a mistake of intensity and your hairy ears are like sticky magnets which is what caused my entry into the depths of your half cocked head. It did not help that you stuck your neck out and shook your head thus trapping me as I passed by.” By now Gerome was enlightened and recalled that he had indeed shaken his head but he thought that was just to get rid of the vibrations. Oh well, what does it matter when it happened, he thought. “You know Gerome, if your ears were not such a * they would be a comfortable place to spend the night but as it is they are not worth listening to,” commented Beryl and when Germome gave her a questioning and quizzical glance she continued and asked, “Why on earth don’t you ever clean them?” The disgruntled giraffe pointed out that he had no * with his ears and had only just thought about giving them a tongue pronging.groom. The remark he made prompted Beryl that she was supposed to be visiting The Shady Glade for her gentle wash'n'brush up and huff'n'blow and she quivered in anticipation. The time spent trapped in Gerome’s auditorium had been a waste and she was now rather stuck up with a resin like substance which had not come off properly and she decided to depart but before she went Beryl informed Gerome of her forthcoming appointment. With a sting in her tail intact she said, “Gerome, why don’t you give your ears the proper attention they require rather than the scant and airy fuzzy way you treat them." Gerome looked down his nose at Beryl and did not have to listen to what Beryl was about to say because he had just about heard it all before.
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