When we got there, Spotty was just setting out in the cart. We raced along beside, laughing and enjoying all the sights, most of all Spotty with the wind in his face, setting out for who knew where. That was Om-elly who gave that wink.
And we did see both Jagaswami and Balanandaswami eating a HUGE breffast behind some rocks.
Balanandaswami was talking a mile a minute (with his mouff full) in Marathi, English, Hindustani, Sanskrit and Malayalam, and even FRENCH of all things. Showing off to beat the band! And Jagaswami was nodding and pruhtending to understand every word. I could understand just enough to know he was talking about all his devotees on Mount Kailash, and how at one time he had had a few beautiful wives in some forest but he had risen above all that wife stuff, and now only needed one groundnut a day to soahrvive. But as he was saying that he was cramming a whole lot of different foods in his mouth.
We had a great time in Tiruvannamalai. We came upon a human selling ice cream so we each had a cone.
Can you believe he asked us not to taste the ice cream flavours before we ordered?! How else were we supposed to know what we wanted? He accused us of "comperamizing the integritty of his produck" whatever that meant! We think maybe it had something to do with our dipping our trunks into every mound of ice cream on his cart to sample what was what, but we did not stick around to find out. As we left he was shouting so loudly we were afraid he might comperamize the ingredity of his moustache! We hope he won't hold a grudge cos the ice cream was so good we will be going back very soon and taking Spotty. (Don't let Mum Lioness and Med T read this.)
We played quite a few pranks (best not to menshin them here) in Tiruvannamalai before heading back to the cave. We could not resist spraying Jaga and Bal as we passed them on the way back, just a little. One of them cursed us! Said: You will now be oranges and I will eat you for lunch. We looked down at ourseffs and we were as grey as ever, totally elephant from head to toe, nothing orange about us, so we laughed and ran on.
Mum Lioness was reading when we got back, had COMPLETELY lost track of time, and thought we had just been playing in a sunny spot near our cave.
3 comments:
yup, you 'ad better 'and 'er all yer 'arry Potter books so she can lose track of time as we frolic around town.
'ave i forgotten 'ow to count? when i snuck into your room to retorn the 'arry Potter book, it was still quite dark.
I counted only two brudders. i kept rubbing my eyeses. am i missing a thord one? where is tiru?
usually when i sneak in at night into your cave , you are so farst asleep that i bite your tails, (for fun). The softest ofcoas is Om's, and the longest is Tiru's.
But it seems one tail was missing.
(Will someone asplain the mystery of the missing tail?)
-- Spotty
You did count right Spotty. I was having a sleepover in another cave. It was a last minute invitation so I did not get a chance to tell you. First I got invited to stay for dinner, and then it got late and I was invited to stay for the whole night, then for breakfast, and then for lunch! I politely ate all the foods I never touch at home. (No meat, of course -- it was a totally vegetarian cave.)
Of course you can read my other six HPs. You should start with The Sorceror's Stone.
love, Tirucub
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