dorkosaurus

Misho and Alli were sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the small river down there, in the gorge.
-    Dork! – Alli said.
-    No, it’s true! If you want the song to be politically correct, you would have to sing, ‘I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and heterosexually challenged…’ – Misho replied.
She was waving her legs in the air.
-    Dork! – Alli reiterated.
-    That sounds like the sound some animal would make! – Misho discovered. – ‘Dork! Dork-dork-dork!’ A Dorkosaurus! – he said.
-    I love that word! – Alli shared.
-    The Dorkasaurus would mainly eat watermelons and seaweed.
Alli shivered.
-    I hate seaweed. My biggest fears – spiders and seaweed.
-    Seaweed! – Misho responded.
-    Yeah, don’t ask me why.
Misho scratched his nose.
-    So, the Dorkosaurus would spread its wings and try to fly away…
-    Hahaha!
-    But will never be able to, since the wings are too tiny.
-    Ohh! How sad! – Alli looked at the other side of the gorge. A few swifts were flying in and out of the small holes in the cliff.
-    Yes, but they are pretty wings!
-    Oh my gosh! Misho, you are horrible! You are taking the words out of my mouth!
-    Eh, whatever! I have a faster train of thought! Mine is one of those arrow-trains they have in Japan!
-    And what is mine then? – She stopped waving her legs and looked seriously at Misho.
-    Um, a steam-train?
-    Oh, you are mean!
-    I know. – Misho grinned. – Why did we come to that cliff, again? – He looked carefully down, staring at the creek trickling many feet below.
-    Because I love heights! And getting very close to the edge…
-    We are SITTING on it!
-    It is like a rush, because it’s kinda scary… You know, when you’re looking over the cliff and thiiiiiiiiiiis close to falling off… – Her pointer and thumb almost touched.
-    EEEEEEEEEEK!!!
-    Hahaha! Poor Misho! – Alli waved carelessly her legs in the air, shaking her head left and right in some rhythm, only known to her.
-    I have acrophobia. Grumble!
-    That’s OK, you can fight it. Better have that thing gone when we go to Paris, to the Eiffel tower for our birthdays, though!
-    Oh right! I will need to save some money for that. I better start paying off my credit cards soon! – Misho looked at the small green beetle crawling up a little yellow wild flower. A terrified tiny spider fled the site of invasion.
-    Yeah. I need to get organized. I need help! – Alli said.
-    Yeah, professional help! One-hundred-dollars-an-hour help.
-    Well thanks!
-    I could help for only $99.99! – The elfin spider was already building a new home on a nearby daisy.
-    Oh good, a bargain! My parents will be so proud!
-    You know what? Only for you, young lady, I will make it $59.99 for every thirty minutes!
-    Oooh, really? Just for me?
-    Yessiree! – Misho nodded, jokingly serious, barely hiding his smile.
-    It’s a deal! Here are all of my credit cards. Take them, charge them, copy my signature!
-    Half-full or half-empty?
-    Half-full!
-    Oh, an optimist! – Misho nodded.
-    Shocked?
-    Nah, not shocked… But I am a pessimist, who is a closet optimist.
-    Haha!
-    OK, why is the largest airport in continental Europe in such a comparatively small city? – His eyes were wandering in the sky, following the path of a single eagle, flying far above their heads.
-    What?
-    Frankfurt! It’s a relatively small city.
-    Well that was random!
-    I know. – He yawned. – So I had spaghetti Bolognese today.
-    Yummy!
-    I cooked them. From scratch!
-    Wow!
-    I always cook from scratch! It’s more cooksy. Like ARTsy, but comes from COOK.
-    Aren’t you special! – Alli shrugged. – Ah, well, I try to eat right. I almost succeeded… for one day…
-    Ha! Who eats right?! Only people, who are paid to do so, like superstars…
-    Well I tried!
-    … or Alley McBeal.
-    Calista Flockhart.
-    Yes, she.
-    What about her?
-    She is skinny!
-    Yes she is.
A moment of silence. Alli’s legs were still dancing in the air, waving in a circular motion. Misho closed his eyes for an instant, feeling the sun on his face.
-    So the Dorkosaurus would then, after not being able to fly away, lie in the sun and get tan.
-    A Dorkosaurus with a tan?
-    Yes, it would turn darker green than normal. Just the wings will remain their usual pretty, dappled, variegated, bright colors.
-    Oh, how nice.
-    And it would just reach its arm and grab a pear from a nearby bush. – Misho reached and plucked a small wild strawberry from under some dark-green leaves.
-    Hey, pears grow on trees!
-    Not in THIS story! – He threw the berry up in the air and missed.
-    OK. – Alli followed the flight of the berry to the rocks down beneath.
-    And then the night would come, and the Dorkosaurus would fall asleep under the shade of an apple-pie tree.
-    OK, now that’s ridiculous!
-    Well, why deprive the little animal of an apple pie just because there were no Homo Sapiens Sapiensuses to bake one?
-    Yes, you have a point. – Alli nodded understandingly.
-    So in the morning it would wake up, stretch its legs, arms and flutter with its wings! And have a nice apple pie for breakfast!
-    And quench its thirst with some chocolate milk from a spring!
-    Don’t be silly, there are no chocolate milk springs!
-    Why not, if there are the apple-pie trees?
-    Well, because!
-    Stable reasoning! – Alli threw a small round stone into the creek. They both followed its fall for a couple of seconds. It splashed in the deep middle of the stream.
-    Yes. So that’s how its days would go by, until one day a huge meteorite would fall and kill all living things.
-    Oh, how horrible!
-    Yes, but if that hadn’t happened there would be no people. – Misho shrugged.
-    Oh? How so?
-    Well, the mess created by the meteorite was the primordial soup! And everything else started from there… you know the rest.
-    Right! We learned about that in school.
-    See?
-    Yeah. – Silence. – I wonder what’s for dinner?
-    Chicken Parmesan. The cooks at the cafeteria seem to have some very strict schedule.
-    Yummy, I love that. Let’s go!
-    Let’s.
They left. The small spider had finished its new home and was waiting for a little lost fly to fall its prey.