Piers tells a bedtime story

My body is slowly reverting back to England time again.

Went to sleep at 6:30 am this morning, which is 11:30 pm in England.

Nothing remarkable in that. All my life, I’ve been battling my mind’s stubborn refusal to sleep when its supposed to. It’s not because I’ve been chatting with Piers too much or playing games too much.

 

Gaming at night

 

I had tried to sleep early. About 2:30 am. Couldn’t.

So I played a bit on my iPad 2, then tried again. Worse.

Mind started thinking all kinds of things. Happy things, sad things, angry things, game things.

At about 4:30 am, I Gtalked Piers and told him I couldn’t sleep, so he called me on the phone to chat.

After chatting about random things for an hour, I asked him to tell me a bedtime story because I still wasn’t getting sleepy enough to sleep.

Always be careful what you wish for.

I got a 20-minute made-up-on-the-spot story which I regretted having asked for.

 

Bedtime Tales

 

It started:

“Once upon a time, there lived a frog on a nice lily pad in a pretty little pond.

“The frog was called…”

Here, he paused to think of a name. He umm-ed and mm-ed for a minute before I got tired of waiting and suggested: “Piers?”

He took my suggestion.

“Ah, yes. The frog’s name was Piers.”

Then he spent like 10 minutes describing the pond and telling me about Piers’ pond friends (Peter the Newt and Sam the Water Boatman).

(I had to interrupt him at this point to ask him what a water boatman was. It’s a pond insect!)

 

Pond

 

Anyway, finally, the story moved along.

“One day, along came a beautiful girl to the pond. Her name was Sheylara and she was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom.”

Then he spent a few minutes describing Sheylara and how Piers the Frog thought she was great.

Next:

“Sheylara saw Piers the frog and said, ‘Oh! What a cute little frog!’ and then ran back home to get her camera.”

 

Sheylara

 

To cut his long, rambling story short, what happened next was Sheylara took a picture of Piers, but Piers was camera shy so dived into the pond, then a catfish saw him and ate him up.

(It was originally a shark, but I protested that sharks didn’t live in ponds.)

At this point I said, “What a horrible story!!!!!!”

He said, “Wait! It’s not over yet!”

He continued:

“Sheylara felt really bad to have caused Piers the Frog to be eaten by a catfish, so she dived into the pond to save him. Alas, the catfish ate her up also. The end.”

 

Trash can

 

WHAT A STUPID IDIOTIC STORY.

It reminded me of when I was still in England one night and I stupidly asked him for a bedtime story and he told me a similary retarded one.

I should have remembered that sooner.

Piers says the frog story teaches how karma works. Since Sheylara made Piers get eaten by a catfish, karma says she should also get eaten by a catfish.

I say it teaches me never to ask him for a bedtime story ever again.

After this, I was more awake than ever.

In the end, we both went to sleep at the same time (6:30 am / 11:30 pm). He said that’s good cos it means I won’t get jetlagged when I visit him next month.

Less than three weeks’ time! =D