Sunday, June 08, 2008

Organ

Morning:

I wander down the stairs, fully expecting Emma to greet me with her usual zesty, springy, sprightly charm.

Shane: Morning, my lovely.

Emma: There has been a death on the patio.

Shane: Heaven forefend! Mouse?

Emma: Mm, I think so. All gone but for a leg, a bit of blood and… an organ.

Shane: Ach, the organ of poppable squidge – possibly a stomach.

Emma: Mm.

Shane: And how does Jim seem?

Emma: His usual dopey self…

Emma: …Not sure that he should claim the kill, though. Might have been one of the neighbouring cats. Would you get rid of the organ.

Shane: That wasn’t a question, was it?

Emma: Be a hero.

Shane: I’ll do it now.

Out on the patio, hearing the distant unfolding of a nearby school’s Fun Day (there’s no room for fun in the ordinary school day), I see the potential for some degree of home-based learning.

This is the umpteenth organic ‘sack’ that I’ve had to dispose of, and as the cat would sympathise, its texture I find most disturbing. There is a definite squashiness to it – though I’d never fully explored this.


Gathering up the organ on a small stick, I place it on a small wall and gently press the sharp point of the stick against it again. A moment later:

Emma: You ok?

Shane: Ahhhhh, that is as close to being sick as I’ve been in a long while.

Emma: (amused – note the loveless lack of concern) What’s wrong? What did you do?

Shane: I… I made two incisions into the organ –

Emma: (amused) You popped the sack of squidge?

Shane: Yes.

Emma: Idiot.

Shane: It would seem so.

Emma: What happened?

Shane: Well, nothing after the first careful incision, but then, it popped after the second cut. Stuff that looked like a combination of humous and cream cheese oozed out, in the way that toothpaste slowly oozes out of those completely rubbish pump-action toothpaste dispensers.

Emma: Y’ know, much as you love Springwatch – and admire you for it we do, I don’t think you’re ready for this sort of thing just yet, eh.

Shane: What d’ y’ mean?

Emma: Well, Bill Oddie and Simon King and gorgeous Gordon Buchanan, they wouldn’t wretch at the contents of a small mousepart, would they?

Shane: Well, I don’t care about them. (thinks) I only care about Kate Humble. In fact, I think I love her.

4 comments:

Huw said...

The one bit of advice I took from Pratchett's The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents was "Don't eat the green wobbly bit!"

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

Ewwww! I came over here to see how long this week's one-minute podcast would be, and got entrails instead, I want my money back. Oh, wait...

OldHorsetailSnake said...

I am seeing what you are meaning. Now I, too, can love Bill Oddie and Kate what'shername.

Have you yet deciphered what the organ was made of/contained?

PI said...

You can't fool me. That's a sausage.
Now fess up like a good boy before I up-chuck on my puter.
Retched boy!