Hi, it’s Greenygrey, with another thrilling episode of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. After the last episode saw the travel quest quartet reach the real Mollymook‘s fantasy Rowdy Rook this episode has lots of thrilling action within the bird’s nest boozer.
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And yes, I think this is another classic epic episode, full of pub game jolliness, wordplay wonkiness and quite a large poem of bird-brained literary nonsense…
Chapter 110. Rowdy Rook Pushes Body, Mind and Spirit to Limit
The chirpy atmosphere continued into the afternoon. Elle was playing darts with a kingfisher called Kingsley; Cathy was dancing flamenco with a flamingo, and Angry was playing chess with a rook.
Stepping on Toe, Flamingo
Several dances later, the flamingo was visibly starting to tire, and stepping on Cathy’s feet; but Cathy kept dancing until the end of the song, which showed steadfast spirit. Then she seemed to make her excuses before returning to our table.
Cathy asked if it was time to flit
as it seemed to be getting late
long time since leaving Barry
and his fantastic family.
I looked at the timekeeping cuckoo,
and was shocked to clock
how many times it had gone tick-tock.
Time flies when you’re having fun
with birds, there are no hands to turn.
Rounding up the Team
I agreed it was probably time to go, and we went over to tell Elle first. I asked her if she was ready to leave, but she replied, ‘Hold on cobber, I just need a bullfinch’s eye to win this deciding game.’ Then she threw it straight in the middle, looking confident in her body. Kingsley was a little crestfallen, but gallant in defeat.
I moseyed over to see how Angry was getting on. He’d just cornered the rook’s king with his rook and king, which I thought showed great mental dexterity. The rook was very sporting, although it had a disappointed look.
Leaving the Rowdy Rook
I shouted to Molly Mook that we had to leave the Rowdy Rook, and thanked her for the hospitality. She thanked us for our custom. The others gave us the bird; in a nice way.
We returned to the beach, singing and swaying as we went. Seeing our bottlenose buddies still swimming in the serene sea capped off a delightful day.
clock – slang for look.