The medium helped them both, channeling their energies,
so their combined powers could manifest anything they put their minds to.

Unlimited power and control could be theirs if they so chose.

(They chose Barbados, and enough plane or boat tickets for all their
friends and family to come visit whenever they so desired.)

It turned out to be an island somewhere near Barbados, and since they didn't even know where they were, they gave up all hope, and decided to enjoy the rest of their lives anyway.

Fin.

Yes, it was a shark. It made a nice soup, but since it was small it didn't last forever. Snoddy dove in again.

But this time he dove too deep, never to return.
His adventure was over. Perhaps he would return again one day, a reconstituted character in another meandering tale. That was up to The Muses. For now, for Snoddy, for Runni, for El-Ty Spitz, for Zoie, for the hot dog vendor, for Tippy Canoe and Tyler too, this was
The End
La Fin
Das Ende
O Fim
Конец
El Final
That's All She Wrote

Now it is time for the zombies to play.

Yeah, well, I can play as well as a zombie as a living human being. (Just ask the St. Paul Police.) I don't believe this story is over yet, progenitor. So I offer:

He came up yet again, a providential accident, and was rewarded by Runni with more wondrous moistness.

Countess Runni,
loves to knight.

Knee level is perfect.

"My Runni!", Snoddy exclaimed, "This pearl from the sea looks even more wonderful wonderful in your presence, with your essence glistening on its surface."

Runni cannot form true words for at least fifteen minutes,
such is the power of her concentration and focus.

(Of course Snoddy's expertise in linguistics came in to play.)

"Runni, are you alright?" asked Snoddi when he finally came up for air.

She answered in the affirmative, and gave him a very knowing grin.

"Runni, your countenance perplexes me. Are you glowing, or glowering? There is a supremely sensual, yet deliciously wicked look upon your brow. I cannot discern if you want to kiss me or kill me! Have your way with me Runni, go ahead, kill me. Kill me over and over again. It doesn't matter because The Muses have spoken and I have been renewed. Once, I was hanging by a thread, seemingly forgotten and drifting nearer and nearer to obsolescence. But not now. Not now, Runni. Now, I live! I live like I've never lived before. Look at me Runni! I have even changed my name. I am no longer Snoddy. I am Snoddi. Snoddi with an i, because I will not be cast aside. I will not be discarded. I will not be the baby who is thrown out with the bath water. To hell with my progenitor! Praise be to The Muses. Runni, tell me! Tell me what you will. And, tell me why I am speaking this way."

Runni thought for only a moment before grabbing both his ears and resuming, without replying. (She didn't know exactly why he was speaking that way, but she did know what she liked.)

She was thinking...."at least he isn't allergic to shell dishes."

He was thinking, "I'm in heaven!"

Later that afternoon, as Snoddy stepped out of the shower,
he noticed the wet footprints he made on the gray concrete.

He held on to the artistic idea that formed then,
long enough to recreate his earlier vision.

He placed his feet onto a large piece of drawing paper.

Using his favorite pen, he traced the outline of both of his feet.

He then cut out these patterns,
all the while noticing....how much his feet resembled ..WINGS!

"Uh-oh!" he thought, mysteriously remembering an earlier incarnation, & ran back to Runni, who was laying in an endorphin stupor.
"Runni, wake up," he cried, "Does my hair resemble feathers again?"

"I will close my eyes, and ask you to brush your fur or plummage
across my body...and then maybe I shall be able to discern the difference."

Subtle, I am not.

"My goddess, you are brave! And insatiable," Snoddy exclaimed in awe.
"I must thank you for both these things, but as soon as we're done here, won't you please inspect my plumage?"
Then he tended to his task...

Preening?

In a manner of speaking, he was preening his beloved, but his tongue was getting a little tired, and he was still worried about the possibility of feathers.

The feathers were not to come. Runni sighed and asked for something better.

A deep male voice asked her, "What do you desire my child?". Before she could even think of a response, she looked up, and there he was. It was Russell Johnson. With his pope hat on. He turned down the volume on his jam box made of bamboo and coconuts...

& just like the professor on "Gilligan's Island", he made everything OK again.

Except for the wanting more.

Yes, wanting more. As in not being grateful for what you have. The sickness that pervades society, from the drunk on the street to the CEO on Wall Street...

At last, with the voice of reason reinserting itself, Runni & Snoddy remembered what they'd rather be doing, & ran off & did so...
Somewhat more satisfied, they painted a tranquil scene, together, & enjoyed the same Corona.

Unable to discern any difference, they switched to hard liquor.

They chose The Green Fairy. Because what's better than getting drunk than tripping while you're drinking. Thujon or not thujon...that is the non-question...
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Absinthe truly makes the heart grow weirder...

"Why ask questions?" they asked themselves, and continued enjoying their lives.

But there was one question nagging Snoodi. Although the two of them were metaphysical beings and none of the affairs of the world even interested them, it gets boring sometimes being above the constraints of time, space and other shit. So Snorty voiced his musing aloud..."Is it racist to presume that most or all black people in early voting lines are voting for Obama?"...

Snoodi handed Snorty a tissue, five seconds before his
(generic his) truth came snorting forth,
that happened to coincide with many of his brethren.

Snoodi and Snorty gathered those of like mind and they went out to the
garage.

They cleaned and oiled the two ancient printing presses.

Soon....fourteen thousand eight hundred and forty three copies of,
'The Hundreth Monkey,' were ready for distribution.

It was time for a good soaking,
inside, and out.

So they went and voted, hoping to get their wish, and that prejudice would not win out.
Then they went and had more sex.

They had so much sex they didn't know if they were coming or going. They realized that they had forgotten to vote. So down to the local voting place they went. After having stood in line a very long time, Snoopy made a phone call. "Who are you calling?", she asked. "My doctor of course. Don't you remember the commercials that say to call one if an election lasts more than four hours?!?!..."

As long as enjoyment ensued, it must have been fair. They embraced this as an idea, & continued...

Then they cast their votes, waited for the returns, & got back to business. The randy devils made even me a little jealous.

When they discovered who had won they also discovered something about each other. They had voted differently. At first this caused some erectile dysfunction for Snoddi but Runni reluctantly agreed to wear a Sarah Palin or Cindy McCain mask in bed until he got over it...

Then they switched masks and had some more wild imaginary activity.
Runni got angry, snatched a few guts, and put them both in the vicinity of Barbados.

As the ship approached Barbados,
they caught a whiff of the Wint-O-Green fields,
long before they appeared on the horizon.

Dizzy and stumbling, their sea legs became acccustomed to solid ground
once again.

They built a Yurt, using 25 extra large black flannel sleeping bags.
The hundreth anniversary of the Spark Festival,
would begin at sunset.

It wasn't long before they spoke about how much they missed washing down their butter pies with Ceylon tea sweetened with Manuka honey.

Their multiple appetites were temporarily satisfied, and they reclined on the deck and dreamily watched their destination approach.

"Snoddi!". Runni suddenly cried, "What the heck is that?"
Barely able to focus, Snoddi took several moments to reply...