Eccentric

“Granted Dad’s a little eccentric, but there is really nothing wrong with my father’s thinking. I can see where you are coming from … but” - here she hesitated trying to find the words to reassure him.

The exit door burst open and through it tumbled Puck and Goober. Puck had a top hat on and was waving a British flag, whilst Goober was chasing after him with a capsicum aerosol, spraying the air randomly.

“Careful with that!” hollered an irate Calvin who recognised the product immediately. I54 - Pepper Spray - Johnstone Pharma supplied half of the United States police with these and were adapting an even stronger propellant for the military market.

Puck sharply did a 360 turn back to Goober and pushed him into a bed of spongy hydrangeas, he then ripped the spray out of Goober’s hand and projected its contents two inches right into his eyes.

Calvin was horrified and immediately reached for his phone to call the onsite medics.

Goober did not rise out of the bush, but gave an almighty sneeze and wheeze, and then vanished into thin air. Calvin rubbed his own eyes in disbelief and looked again - still the fellow had disappeared.

“I win!” exclaimed Puck with a hail hearty boom.

Francis stumbled into the bright light wearing a live pigeon on each shoulder. His rainbow kaftan glittered in the sunshine having fine threads of silver woven through the rustic fabric. He casually drew a handful of seed from its side pocket and held his palm open for the two birds to feed from.

Meanwhile Puck removed his top hat and was collecting stray petals from the flower bed, muttering something about making a cup of tea with them.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances