The Chalet ~~ Life Within the Colony

 

Lord Cantaloupe The Cat with Rabbit Ears    

 

One of them did it. But even now in the afterlife I still can’t remember which one?

Torso skin bubbled up bursting onto rocky pebble strewn shores as though seeking sunlight for divination or a more expansive tan on already sepia toned flesh.  Damaged dermis. Damaged dermis laid out like a carpet awaiting eager picnickers.

The creek was slimy with adipose tissue for a long while.

Yet my magenta cloche hat still fit prettily upon my severed head.

Watertight you might say.

Pieces of me here and there.  The police investigators only found my head, arms and legs.  My torso is yet to be located.  Someone please gather me up and put me back together again.  I be a modern day Humpty Dumpty. 

Always bring a gift or gifts when you visit a graveyard.  After all you are a merely a guest in our necropolis.

Shangri La 2.0

 

We got outside passes for good behavior so I don’t understand envy or jealousy?  In the midst of the Island peace shall reign forever.

 

https://youtu.be/8B1oIXGX0Io

Then again maybe envy and jealousy are just the tip of the iceberg.  The Chalet took relative strangers forcing them to become family if not friends.

Puzzlement?

 

The Colonies, The Freaks and The Frauds

 

But there were hierarchies within the colonies. A Caste system of drones, worker bees, Queens, Kings and their lackeys.  Lord Ashybottom who was always in desperate need of Lotion or creams.  Better yet a nightgown and pajamas that would successfully cover his bulging protuberances.

 

In The Day Room/Living Room/Rec Center

 

The Chalet seemed as old as the hills and mountains off in the distant horizon.  I was sent here so often that I thought of the Chalet as more of my real home than the one I was born in.

It still had an operational Cast Iron potbelly stove. Big Mama would load send one of us out in the wee hours of the morning to gather kindling wood.  On the top we would sometimes heat up small meals or use it to heat the big day-room especially when the power went out which could be quite often depending on the fluctuations of weather.

Sometimes we would get visits from woodcutters or Timber-jacks who would bring us fragrant woods such as ash, cedar, cherry, pine and even some white or red oak wood.  

My favorite was cedar wood which I found to be quite therapeutic.  Cathartic for my fleshy temple as wisps of aromatic smoke weave in and around my naked body.

 

Lord Cantaloupe The Rabbit Eared Cat

 

Those who have heard Lord Cantaloupe say the Cat has a sound that is a cross between a hissing snarl and an electric guitar.

 

Lord Dustbin. Dancing with Dunces.   One day staff at the Chalet challenged the residents to draw the dreaded Cat with Rabbit ears many townspeople called Lord Cantaloupe.  However once drawn it leapt off the page and ate several guests.  Banishing them to Cantaloop Isle forever or until their debt was paid in full.

https://youtu.be/GHhD4PD75zY

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…………………..