CHAPTER TWO

Keep calm and write some"The last time I visited Venzemeno was last year, when I met with a male dragon....""Are you a female?" I asked surprisingly. "You didn't know. If I was a male, I would have bursted into your bathroom to kill you." The dragon answered with a smile. "That's very funny. So, you knew I was bathing?" I wondered. "We see from afar, and we perceive with our very sharp brains." He claimed."Are you a he or a she, just answer my question...." I put to him angrily."I see anger, frustration, sexuality and distress in you now.... Okay, I'm an hermaphrodite. I'm neither male or female. I can sleep with either or neither and give birth. The day I bit a bulldog, I gave birth to a dragon-like puppy which ate bones and human flesh only.""You're wonderful, indeed amazing." I remarked."Apprezzo te." By that, he appreciated me by saying thank you. "That means, you gave birth for a bulldog?" I asked curiously."No, I gave birth to an alien and another time, for a demon." He answered."So, it shows that you'd have some demonic powers vested in you. Or, would I say superpowers?" "You got it there." He asserted. "Are you in any way hungry? I brought some popcorn from home. I also packed some vegetable sticks with me." Those vegetable sticks were mashed with pepper and black tomatoes and then blended and frozen in rectangles before it would be folded in wrap nylons. They tasted very sweet and somehow sour that, it was believed that it contained some spiritual potion that could make the fattest pig fly. It's so strange to imagine a fly complaining of cold in the hottest hell. Those sticks made one feel that way. You were considered rich if you could buy it. Well, that was a true notion because, it was very expensive as classic as it was. Even aliens ate it and sometimes, drop them in blood juice. He noticed me thinking. I was actually not in the world of chopsticks, broomsticks, lipsticks or candlesticks. I was in the universe of vegetable sticks. In the milieu of enjoyable fantasy as I was already dream-tasting the dulce. "Will you believe that, you are still in a coma?" The monster asked me so furiously."Oh, maybe!" I guessed. I had a special time with a monster but I wasn't any shocked or fed up, as I was one, too. I looked at myself in a mirror and imagined myself in a hospital bed, very sick and sullen. It was the monster's words that made me think that way. I never was someone who thought evil of himself. Okay, if actually I had just been in a comatic fantasy, I should have been acting strangely and stupidly. Well, the monster could be true; what he said gingered me into deep imaginations and soms fun. "Just maybe...." I said to myself and winked. thing...