Tick and Leech

Tick and Leech Note: This little story (perhaps there are more to follow) has its origins in two spelling mistakes. The first one is 'Leech' for my dear friend Mel's surname. The second one is 'Tick', for my Tourette Tics. This just asks for Fontaine-like parabels, don't you agree? ************ Said Tick to Leech: "Shall we have a walk in the woods? The weather is nice, and if we climb a tree, we can see a long way in the distance". "No thank you", Leech replied politely, "It's warm, I like to take a swim, the water is nice, come join me?" "I'll go alone then", Tick sounded slightly offended as he marched off heading for a nearby tree. While Leech slithered like a small snake to the brook. As the hours passed, Tick waited patiently in his tree, until a man passed, and then he eagerly waited till the man was close enough... and jumped. A small comfortable spot behind the man's ear allowed him to get a decent grip. Said Tick to Leech, from high above the water surface: "Hah, I found a good spot, with wonderful food". Said Leech: "You are feeding, and making your host sick. I am feeding but curing him". "Gah", Tick replied, with snickering malicious pleasure, "He doesn't even know I am here, but YOU, he will sweep you away, you slow fat sucker". It happened as Tick predicted, the man swept away Leech and his numerous brothers, and continued home. Tick fed, became sleepy, lazy, let himself drop on the nearby couch. And slept soundly without regret. Such is life, unfair.... Whether the man will fall ill remains to be seen Whether leeches will cure him if? That's so far in the future, we're not psychic! *** Little story, written with malicious pleasure, by Darren White Meme (I think) by Mel Leach December 12, 2016