The other day a few non-Spanish (English etc.) ladies laid on stalls in my local Spanish village. Well, they didn’t actually lie down on their stalls, but sold unwanted items from their homes on the stalls. You know what I mean.
I decided to walk around the outskirts of the Spanish village to reach the event.
Walking up a narrow path I saw a turkey sitting on a wall.
“Oh wow ! You’re a turkey and you spoke to me. That’s really great.”
“Yes. If you kiss me I will change into a beautiful Princess and I will do anything for you. I mean anything !”
She flew down into my arms.
“You may kiss me now.”
Cradled in my arms, I looked into her eyes and continued walking up the narrow path.
“Why don’t you kiss me ? I promise to turn into a beautiful Princess and I will do anything you wish.”
Stroking her feathers, I replied,
“I’m never going to talk to you again Ralph”
With that she wriggled free and flew back to the top of the wall and never spoke to me again.
The moral of this story is:
Don’t let an opportunity slip through your fingers as it may turn out to be a right royal turkey after all.
A turkey in the hand is worth a Princess at a push.
I walked on, across the rail line, along a dusty road track, through the railway station …….
….. and arrived at the stalls across the road from La Parra Bar.
rummaging through the stalls I sat drinking coffee, watching the train pass and catching up with all the local news and gossip.
I passed Her Royal Turkeyness on the way home. Not a cheep, gobble or grumble from her.
I did buy a few things from off the stalls though.
An orange squeezer ……
…… and this lovely cover for the settee.
But no Princess to drape herself seductively on it.
Any volunteers ? (NO turkeys please !)
” I want two volunteers ! Samantha ! Sonic ! You are both volunteering for draping on the settee duties. “
Okay. Okay. One of you is the wicked witch who is turning me into a …… ?
Ralph xox ❤