//------------------------------// // Chapter Five: A musical Interlude // Story: Summer break, with much at stake. // by My little pedagogue //------------------------------// I was frozen in place, Sharon mimicking my posture and expression… what on earth are you supposed to say in a situation like this? I was in some freaky, uncharted territory now and at a complete loss for how to proceed from waking up to find you’re sporting a garishly coloured horse tail and a pair of pointed ears, most likely equine as well. It would be bad enough to have to deal with this alone, but to see Sharon in such distress, meant I was paralysed with fear that my next words, if chosen improperly might send her over the edge of what the human mind can reasonably be expected to deal with. And there was me thinking that if we stayed together, we might be able to cope with the changes better. It seems the universe wasn’t done messing with me yet, as I felt an inescapable urge to nod and tap my toes to an unknown beat. It was nothing I could hear, but there was an intuitive quality to my actions that was impossible to fight. Sharon’s movements confirmed she was experiencing the same phenomenon. Open this in a new tab, and carry on reading. Carl I’ve had my share of problems, but nothing quite like this. There’s no hiding from the issue although ignorance is bliss. I’ve got no explanation for equine lycanthropy. This has to take priority, oh what has caused these changes taking place in me? Sharon Please stop it with the singing, I can’t hear myself think. It isn’t even midday and I feel I need a drink! It’s way too much to take in, this body shouldn’t be! This has to take priority, I gotta stop these changes overwhelming me! Carl and Sharon together I wish this tramp-stamp was unmade, and my new hairdo’s an awful shade, As long as that thing stays there I’ve got zero chance of getting laid! This really isn’t funny, I fear loss of sanity, It’s gotta take priority, I gotta slow the changes taking place in me! Carl I’ve searched all of my textbooks, but everything’s no-go, I’ve drawn blanks on ideas from voodoo priests to UFOs, I’m beginning to despair now, there’s no way else to be. This has to take priority, I gotta stop these changes taking place in me Sharon I’m gonna have to learn to cork a bottle with no thumbs, Enforced sobriety on top of this would be no fun, I’m not an alcoholic, but I’m stressed don’t you see? It’s got to be Carl It's got to be Sharon Priority Carl Priority Sharon And it’s time we both found out, Carl It’s time we both found out, Carl and Sharon together About these changes that are taking place in me. … … … … … “… Ok, screw this. I’m taking forty winks and waking back up when the world’s going to let me break into spontaneous song and dance of something a little less gay…”