He has arrived the count himself.
Count Drac as his personal staff call him arrived via Siberia on the Midnight express. The most amazing dragon sled I have ever seen.
Right in the middle of the special theatrical event eloquently narrated by the Bard Himself the sky turned a blood red and it was then that Franz went absolutely crazy. He climbed up on a wall arching his back like a banshee on steroids.
Speaking of steroids these have helped his frozen fur syndrome remarkably well.
The only draw back seems to be that he now is growing fur on his tongue. I will have Hand the resident hairdresser carefully manicure and also shave him tomorrow.
Well now getting back to Drac. What an entrance he made, interrupted everything for at least ten minutes.
His personal minders Drongo the samurai warrior and Captain Hook moved all of us guests aside, in no uncertain manner at that I might say, as they made Drac comfortable in his reclining black silk lined coffin.
Then it was back on with the show. I have included a small poem for you all to read. It is my summery of the Bards Story and when he was finished the applause was deafening, as everyone sculled their drinks after clanging them together vigorously, which incidentally sounded more like shattering bones…
Ah so much Fun!! And So little time as the Days just fly by. Tomorrow promises to be very eventful and I will be here happy snapping for you all.
Ciao From Milli.
The Bards Story as Retold by Milli.
Alas Poor Yorick
Two clowns are digging in a field
When such a gruesome find is thus revealed
Before their eyes as Ophelia's’ grave is being made
A skull appears on one clowns spade.
Hamlet and Horatio were passing by
Morbid jokes were flying high
When the skull of Yorick a frolicsome rogue
Changed their gay abandon, dialogue
The skull grotesque, and smelly too
Repulses Hamlet and sickens him which in turn changes his view
About the grisly demise of princely princes who are well to do
As now the kings own court jester is rotting, not like Hamlet once knew
It is to Hamlet that both clowns now turn
Horatio also in attendance as Hamlet says
“Ti's Yoricks’ skull here, now hand it down”
Holding Yoricks’ skull in hand, Hamlet in tormented voice
Recites rhetoric, about this jester the kings favourite choice
“Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it”