Sunday, October 05, 2014
Today's photos were cursed by an old gypsy woman who felt she had been insulted by the photographer (he called her "Honey", which some people really don't like). "Let all of your pictures be murky!" she said as she waved a disgusting bezoar at him (they used to sell bezoars at the Magic Shop on Main Street), cackling. And from then on, every photograph turned out dark and gray and strongly vignetted.
Dang that gypsy woman, this would have been a pretty nice picture if it wasn't for her witchy magic. Of course she also lifted the curse of lycanthropy from another guest, so she wasn't all bad. Note the abundance of Skyway buckets as they vanish behind Holiday Hill (named after Sir Albert Holiday Hill).
There was also a fetching young gypsy miss who danced with a tambourine. The man threw some coins her way, and she flashed her dazzling smile at him, stealing his heart. He still took crummy photos though.
At last the man proposed marriage to the fiery temptress, and they lived happily ever after, becoming the most respected manufacturers of fine tambourines.
Dang, these blog posts are getting harder and harder to write!