British Labour MP (and Welsh werewolf) Magog Rhys Petley's peace mission to Syria last month was a total failure.
Syrian President Bashar Assad refused to meet him saying, "I don't talk to werewolves."
Leaders of the Syrian Opposition refused to meet him citing severe allergies to wolf hairs.
So Magog chose to holiday in Egypt just as anti-Morsi protests erupted in Cairo's Tahrir Square.
Then when the army ousted Mohammed Morsi the Islamist President of Egypt this past Wednesday, he had to endure militant pro-Morsi protests.
So he stopped drinking buttermilk (the only known antidote to his particular lycanthropy condition) because he discovered that when he turned into a werewolf, most people tended to get out of his way.
Now he was standing in front of the Sphinx pondering its riddle.
He took out a Cadbury Caramilk bar and ate it.
In another 24 hours, he'd be visiting Bethlehem in the West Bank opening up a new maternity ward in a hospital there.
He had been invited to do so by a friend of his in the Palestinian Authority.
Magog then accidently dropped the Caramilk wrapper- coincidentally in the direction of Bethlehem.
The Welsh werewolf slouched over to pick it up.
An Irish tourist reading a book of William Butler Yeats' poetry walked by.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday night
July 6th 2013.
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