The Wicked Witch of the West, Part 3 and the CIA

So after a quietish day in the grey office the ghost Writer has been whinging about computers again, but also recons he will do some more ghost pictures. If you are wondering how he created his ghost picture it is dead easy. He sets his camera on a long exposure in a very dark place and moves about flashing a torch on and off to create multiple exposures. He says everyone should do it because they should?

Due to technical problems of a technical nature, technical nature appears to be a contradiction in terms but who am I to say such a thing. OK sorry distracted again ….. Due to technical problems part three of my fairytale is based entirely on made up stuff, a bit like part two and part one and any link to reality is entirely good luck. I would also like to add no ducks were harmed in the telling of this story.

Miss Goldilocks started the day singing and spinning gold thread on her spinning wheel in her little cottage, but unbeknown to Miss Goldilocks MI6 and the CIA had knobbled her  spinning wheel, having purchased a spell from the well know retailer of spells, Spells-R-Us that meant when Miss Goldilocks pricked her finger she would fall asleep for a hundred years. The CIA thought to themselves that’ll keep things quiet. Of course all spells have a get out clause and this one was rather cunning, if she is kissed by a Mexican Truck Driver she will wake up again.  The CIA and MI6 thought we don’t get then round here that will fix her HAH HHAHAH HAHha hah ah ahhaha haha hahah hahah hah hahahhahhh;  but by lunch time she was up and chatting to a song thrush in the garden, the CIA had not even thought about Mexican Dave, how foolish.

Meanwhile the massed masses of massed minions who were planning  to eat cake and walk their dogs and point and shout and say YA SUCKS BOO….HA HA HA to YOU, last night suddenly thought hang on its Thursday night and Wimbledon has started and then there is the Euro match on the tele so stayed at home. The Wicked Witch of the West was also rather scary so they thought to themselves Naaaaaa.

The Great Lord of all the Land and his faithful assistant Thomas Attila the h-unsmiling however have been forced to act as the last thing they need is a multitude of unhappy massed minions massing and murmuring, and a Witch laughing hysterically running up and down hills. It brought back thoughts of Mary Poppins, no hang on sorry Maria to the great Lord, and it took ages to squash all the rumours and get rid of the pesky kids with the dog.   So in the early hours of the morning as the sun was rising and the Wicked Witch of the West was asleep they unleashed the great monster of the deep into the big lake; the not so famous Monstrous Creature of the Welsh Pool.

As The Wicked Witch of the West walked her boundaries to check for intruding intruders and picnickers with cute dogs she heard noises from the big lake. Thinking to her self, hiding in wet suits in the lake are we, we will see about that.  And as she peered into the deep dark water the Monstrous Creature of the Welsh Pool suddenly bit her head off. And everyone lived happily ever after. Well until part four anyway…….. 

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