Ski Boots Hurt My Calf

Ruler

The Funkfunk Funklandia are back in, like our dear Ella has already announced. Time is hostile, teachers are picky and the tenants of Funkcasa crazy. Then we went back to normal.

Except that ...
"Girls today, my Japanese-shiatsu-massage therapist, and advocate of idyllic moments of relaxation I said something ...". Francis there speaks with deep concern. When with that 'expression of "piety" printed in the face of Michelangelo manages to attract our attention, continued: "Well I said I have a long neck and a head heavy. I always knew that something was wrong ... I have a giraffe neck. " We were undecided whether to start making fun of him for good now or try to understand to what his new complex that was serious, that his new worm. A few seconds, just enough funny lines to build. The worm seems to drown in laughter and repartee.

Except that ...
"Girls, I measured the neck. They are 12 cm. About. Ela, come." We had no doubt, the evil worm struck deeper than imagined. Seria, the worm-eaten giraffe, approaches Ela. A ruler is 30 cm. in hand. Like a vampire, with elegance and concentration is going to forever capture the extent of the neck of Ela. We can not say anything, torn between disbelief and laughter, we do not know whether to fall on one side or the other. "I knew it is 10 cm! I have a long neck! Lola come!"
We fit all, and discovers she has the longest neck among Funkfunk.
"Well Francis think positive, if it were all herbivores, you might pick up more leaves from the trees is not it?" The joke gets banged by Ela fun all of us, except of course Francis. We decide to go to Plan B: The rationalization. "Francis've lived all my life with that neck is not it?" He nods. "You've never had problems with that neck, right?" He nods. "You are proportionate, you're right, all right?" He nods again. Then we begin to mock our every flaw, real or invented. The worm has been defeated by force of reason, long live the Enlightenment!

Except that ...
It's getting late, we are getting ready for bed. A "Good night" and we sneak each in his own room. But when I turn to my bed, I see Francis. With a ruler in her hand, foot size.

"Hey Lola, but if my foot is 25 cm. Because the port 39? Will mean something?"


Lola :-)