A tickle

The Drizzles waited for more words to come out of Bee-straw's mouth. He didn't mind whether these words would connect into sentences, and he definitely didn't mind if it was going to get all the way into coherent paragraphs.All he craved was the drowsiness which the words, each one to itself, induced in him.

"As I said, the ghost world and the real world can't interact in any way" continued Bee-straw, to The Drizzles' joy "Or at least that was true until yesterday. Yesterday would be probably be written as a big day in the history of times. Yesterday, All this real world seemed so far away, but then a portal was open. A link between the ghost world and the real world, through an in-ter-med-i-a-tor called the cybernetic world".

Something tickled inside The Drizzles. He knew why, or at least thought so.

"Say that again, please!" he asked Bee-straw.

"What, the whole thing?!" angered Bee-straw "Didn't you listen to a thing I said?".

"No, no, not the whole thing. Just that tickling word, the one with 'eee' and the 'ey' and the 'ter'"

" A word with 'eee' and 'ey' and 'ter'?" answered Bee-straw " 'iator'? Oh, you mean intermediator".

The Drizzles giggled. "Yes, that one!" he said happily.

"Intermediator" said Bee-straw, and watched as The Drizzles giggled again "intermediator,intermediator,intermediator,intermediator..." he tried.

It pressed on The Drizzles laughter point, and he burst out in six different types of laughter.

Bee-straw's brows knotted as he puzzled over this, but the laughter was so contagious even he smiled.

"You're strange fellow. Intermediator"

The Drizzles rolled on the floor and laughed, laughed, laughed.



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