Blau and the Train Carriage

Blau is inside her train to Moscow. Her emerald locket had helped her to time travel back to the past and using her teleportation skills, granted by a floss of Snowball’s fur, Blau met many people. Her train carriage is immobile, leading Blau to think that the train must have stopped at one of the train stations on its route to Moscow. Her dog, Snowball is ecstatic to see her, jumping up and down, trying to lick its master’s face.

Snowball: Master, you should get some food.
Blau: Why? Did you not eat your tea biscuits I left before going to Paris?
Snowball: I did. But we are talking about you.
Blau: I’ll get something later.
Snowball: Alright!…Did anyone know about my magical fur?
Blau: No. I made sure it was kept a good secret. Don’t want to freak people out about a magical dog.
Snowball (chuckles): That would be the best thing. According to my knowledge, we are a nearly extinct and extremely rarely discovered species.
Blau: Oh? Anyone else knows of a magical dog but me?
Snowball: Just the people looking after the natural reserve we call home in Australasia.
Blau: I feel it’s best if I lie down for a little bit and stretch my back. Feel quite tired from all the travelling. Our train’s not moving – I think it’s stopped at a train station.
Snowball: Oh?
Blau: You want a look at the view? Come on! Jump up on my bed!
Snowball jumps up on Blau’s bed, as she draws the brown curtains back from the window.
Snowball: How come all I can see is snow and a river?
Blau: Oh! We are at one of the back carriages. The train is very long and only the front part of the train would have stopped at the station.
Snowball: Yeah?
Blau: Yeah! The view is normally horrible from our window anyways.
Snowball: I think it was the cheapest carriage too!
Blau: Yeah!

Unbeknownst to Blau and Snowball, their train carriage is stationed because a gargoyle has made sure of it. The gargoyle had unhooked the train carriage a very long time ago but Blau wasn’t there to notice it, and Snowball…well, she’s a dog, and a hare-brained one. The atmosphere in the train is innocent, as a contrast to the reality which Blau and Snowball are in but neither are aware of – Blau tries to get some sleep but all she can do is toss and turn over a span of fifteen minutes.

Blau: Gosh! It’s taking an awful lot of time for the train to move once more. Wonder what’s keeping them…
Snowball: I know. It’s so boring.

Just then, Blau and Snowball hear the blowing of a loud whistle and the sound of wheels churning. It sounds like it’s coming from behind Blau’s carriage and like a really distant travelling train but Blau’s train is still immobile. Blau gets up from her bed, pushes her carriage’s window open and pops her head out to see what’s taking their train this long to restart their journey. Blau notices that there is no train attached their carriage – it’s just their carriage standing immobile on train tracks and what looks like a very long bridge, over a river.

On her right, there is another train coming their way bellowing it’s whistle, at periodic intervals and spouting steam out into the sky. Quickly grabbing Snowball, Blau gets herself out of the carriage but there is no time left for her to cross the bridge and into a snowy mountainous terrain, at the spot where the bridge ends because the young girl cannot match the speed of the emerging train that’s coming her way.

Blau jumps from the bridge into the river, at the precise moment the train touches the railway tracks on the bridge. Blau notices whilst falling from the bridge (into the river) that the train crashes with their carriage and keeps moving, on the bridge, but it’s not long before she and her dog both fall deep into the very cold river, with a noisy (and freezing) splash.

Whale Misses Hot Dog

Whale’s third diary entry

Whale is counting down the time to when he will see Hot Dog again. He already misses his pet dog muttering around the house and doesn’t know what to do really with the time that she is with his mother. He supposes the two are having fun over the weekend. Sighing heavily under his breath, he turns his television on. It is time for the eight o’ clock news and he doesn’t want to miss it. Just then, the bell to his front door chimes…

Whale: Huh? Who is visiting at this hour?

He goes from his living room to open the front door. It’s Fat Pig and Jack.

Whale: Oh! What are you two doing here? Hot Dog is with her grandmother for the weekend.

Jack: I know! May I talk to her over the phone? I really miss her.

Whale: Um, why don’t you come back tomorrow? I can ring her for you in the morning. It’s quite late already. I don’t want Hot Dog to be talking over the phone now with her friends.

Fat Pig: Sure, Mr. Whale! We’ll come back tomorrow! Have a pleasant evening!

Whale slams the door shut and goes back to the living room to catch his evening news. Channel Two has got adverts on already and Whale notices something that gets him very excited – an advert scripted by his boss Bart is airing, and it has a young and pudgy boy talking about a bookshop.

Young and Pudgy Boy: This is my favourite bookstore in the whole world! It is in the perfect place in Kent and it stocks the greatest range of biographies, fiction novels, and other kinds of books ever. It might not be really huge but that’s not what you are looking for from this village bookshop. Everytime I really want to find out about a celebrity and who he is dating at the moment – an actress, a supermodel, or his superfan…I just come to this bookstore. It tells me everything I want to know. I have never been not pleased with the books they stock in that biography department. Why don’t you also come down to Kent soon and join me? It is the perfect place to learn about a millionaire’s love affair with a lady who will do anything to date him, or simply a woman that has demonstrated in every possible way that she is meant to be with him. It is so difficult to navigate the world of Hollywood romances like those: a heartthrob’s girlfriend will still be his typical kind of girl – I like to dream that it will be his superfan, in the end . She might not have it in her to handle being with him and so might act otherwise or disinterested at first, but deep down inside, she is still that girl who a) has met him b) wants to date him but will act not interested around him because she likes him too, too much. Ah! That is called true love!

Blau and ‘The Lady With The Blue Hat’

Blau and Kahaan are inside the French house. The floor tiles are no longer made of marble – they are the colour of a traditional domino piece, and it looks even more polished than before. Kahaan tells Blau that his room is on the first floor and Blau notices for the first time that the house only has that one floor. The staircase strangely is still built of marble and has an enormously thick handle, painted white, to hold onto while climbing. Kahaan shares with Blau that his room has a thick wooden door, with a gleaming-green doorknob that is different from all the doorknobs in the house, which are the shade of gleaming-golden-yellow.

Blau: Why is yours different?
Kahaan: Because I am different from everyone else in my household.
Blau: You live with your parents here?
Kahaan: Yes, their room is right next to mine actually!
Blau: Do you know Abigail?
Kahaan: She is my sister.
Blau: Really? I don’t remember Abigail telling me about you at any point in my life.
Kahaan: She does not speak of me.
Blau: Why?
Kahaan: She does not like me.
Blau: Again…why?
Kahaan: She is very nasty.
Blau: You think Abigail is nasty?
Kahaan: She has always been nasty…what is your name?
Blau: I’m Blau. I’m from Berlin.
Kahaan: I think that Berlin is nice.
Blau: You don’t sound sincere.
Kahaan: Why don’t I?
Blau: I don’t know. Maybe because you are from close to Paris, that’s why.
Kahaan: But I really like Berlin.
Blau: That’s good to hear! Can you please take me to Abigail’s room?
Kahaan: Why?
Blau: I am supposed to meet her. I received a telegram from a lady asking me to meet her.
Kahaan: What is the lady’s name?
Blau: I cannot remember to be honest. But I will definitely let you know later.
Kahaan: Will you? Really? I really want to know.
Blau: Why?
Kahaan: I want to feel…like I know about this lady’s name.
Blau: Alright!
Kahaan: I know about Abigail’s mother.
Blau: Do you?
Kahaan: Yes. She loves cheese and vegetables a lot. What is inside the telegram?
Blau: Something about the lady’s daughter and asking me to come meet her. I did not want to because I had a lot of work but the telegram looked like it would tie-up some centuries old loose ends.
Kahaan: You know this family for centuries?
Blau: No! I just knew not that long ago.
Kahaan: Everybody knows them for centuries. No one knows me, but in this part of Paris, this family, I don’t really understand how, rules.
Blau: That’s not possible. This town belongs to one of my French ancestors.

Kahaan: Then how come you weren’t here when I was growing up?

At that moment, a lady descends the staircase, on which Abigail had met Blau twelve years ago. She is wearing a white dress and it has really long sleeves. She’s wearing some kind of blue heels that are hard to makeout over her long gown. The lady, in her late forties, seems over-dressed, with a lot of makeup and Blau does not recognize her.

Kahaan: Blau…that…is…Charlotte. She is my cousin.
Blau: What? Is she? How is she your cousin?
Kahaan: I met her when I was only twelve years old and I don’t know how. But mother tells me she is related to me from my mother’s side – my mother and her mother usually spend time together on evenings.
Blau: Then how you don’t know about her yet?
Kahaan: I don’t spend most of my time with my mother alone because I now have my own room upstairs.
Blau: Okay! That’s good to hear!
Kahaan: I think Charlotte was just coming down the stairs looking for something. Why don’t I take you upstairs?
Blau: I shouldn’t say something to Charlotte? Kahaan, I think she noticed me…
Kahaan (with a strange look in his eyes): Charlotte does not talk!

Blau: Oh!

Kahaan and Blau go up the staircase to Abigail’s room. The door is coloured purple with bright yellow roses and it looks like something out of a fantasy. Kahaan knocks on the door four times, and waits with Blau infront of it.

Blau: That is the most elaborate door I think I have ever seen.
Kahaan: Oh! This is nothing! Abigail is planning on adding yellow-coloured glitter and white-sequins, to it.
Blau: That brightness won’t blind people?
Kahaan: I already need a pair of glasses when I read because of this family’s love for bright colours, and I am not even old.
Blau (laughs): I think it is already…Kahaan?
Kahaan: No one is answering the door. I don’t think Abigail is in. Do you want to go back to your carriage?
Blau: Oh! But I can’t wait…
Kahaan: You can tell me what you want to tell her, and I will let her know on your behalf.
Blau: That won’t be necessary! Abigail’s mother asked me to protect her daughter’s secrecy.
Kahaan: Secrecy in what?
Blau: Ah…I cannot tell you. Kahaan, I already told you I must protect the secrecy.
Kahaan: I don’t know much about Abigail. Do you want to come see my room?
Blau: Sure! But I can’t stay long.

Kahaan: Oh it won’t take long at all! Come! Let’s go to my room!

Kahaan opens the door to his room. Blau goes inside it and sees that it is decorated with purple curtains, and it has a small orange bed. He has a very messy table and on it sits several pieces of paper, all scribbled on in a language Blau does not recognize.

Blau: What language is that?
Kahaan: That is…nothing. Why don’t you sit on my bed?
Blau: Alright!
Kahaan: So, I spend most of my time here. And I love to write novels.
Blau: You are an author?
Kahaan: Yes! I only have thirteen books in print so far.
Blau: That is a lot of books!
Kahaan: It is not. I want to do more.
Blau: What was your first book about?
Kahaan: It was a book about a young woman called Brooklyn who is a really big romantic. Brooklyn travels across Rome once to find the love of her life. But then tragedy meets her because she meets the man she thinks she is supposed to be with, a very renowned cook, but he already loves someone else. Brooklyn spends most of the time trying to win his heart, even though the separation from him and the lack of love for her from his side is too tough to even get off bed and do something.
Blau (quietly): Oh! Did you like writing it?
Kahaan: I loved it!
Blau (even more quietly): It sounds rather familiar to me somehow, I can’t understand why.
Kahaan: Maybe you have heard of it already? My first novel was a bestseller soon upon it’s release. It is called ‘The Lady With The Blue Hat’.
Blau: Yes, I have! Abigail introduced it to me, twelve years ago!

Hot Dog’s Worst Nightmare

Hot Dog is free to marry for love…

On a sunny winter’s day, Whale and Hot Dog are playing in their nicely pruned garden. It is a Sunday and he thought it would be the best idea to spend some quality time with his little baby. Hot Dog, on the other hand, is busy thinking about her worst nightmare: a marriage with a great boy dog and having his babies.

Hot Dog: Whale…I have been thinking!

Whale: Yes?

Hot Dog: It’s my worse nightmare and I never ever wish for it to happen but did you think I would ever end up as one of those unfortunate female dogs that grew up and only erm ever had babies?

Whale:……………….WHAT?

Hot Dog: No, I was just wondering because a lot of girls in my school are becoming ‘teenage mother dogs’.

Whale: Well, that is their life, baby! It is never going to be your headache ever with me around!

Hot Dog: Really?

Whale: Yes, really! You also have your nan and your two pets. And you are only a little baby dog. And then you have school and…

Hot Dog: Well, what if I fail school?

Whale: Why will you fail school?

Hot Dog: I don’t know…what if I cannot finish school. Then what will I do?

Whale: You will get a job, maybe stacking shelves at a grocery store, like a good little kid. Plus, I am always there to look after you…

Hot Dog: You won’t be mad?

Whale: Why would I be mad?

Hot Dog: I don’t know. Sometimes I feel scared seeing Jack. You know, one dozen lady dogs in school have crushes on him and some of them are ‘teenage mother dogs’. I always find it hilarious but I would never want to end up as Jack with all his child-rearing responsibilities post a relationship, or even a marriage. I have also um like heard that he shamelessly likes that those lady dogs like him and I don’t care at all you know, because he is my best mate for ages now!

Whale: Oh! Well, I think that Jack deserves to be with one of those lady dogs because you Hot Dog are my precious baby dog!

Hot Dog: Thanks Whale! I really appreciate it!

Whale: You are welcome!……………so, what else have you been thinking about?

Hot Dog: Home-cooked chicken!

Whale: Yeah…those are the best kinds of chicken!

Whale Welcomes 2017

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It’s the first day of a new year!

It’s the start of a new year. Snow is everywhere in Chelsea, and particularly in front of Whale’s house. Hot Dog has been neglecting her snow shoveling duties because it is the holidays. It’s a Sunday but people are busy at their porches, or going to church or to grab a little bit of holiday sale action yet again at their nearest supermarket. Looking at the chaotic first day of a new year from the window is making Whale feel hopeful and a little bit at peace.

Whale (thinks to himself): I can’ t believe 2017 is here already. I am getting a year older soon it seems. Us Capricorns are so determined to climb the career ladder, it’s not funny. Wonder how Bart rang in her NYE! Mine was filled with drunken behaviour, loud music and a pretty late night. Good thing I could come back home to tuck Hot Dog in her bed at night. The little baby…I can’t wait to tell Hot Dog about all the unrealistic stories my friends have been knitting for the new year. They had so much to drink all they could talk about was their lousy jobs, how hard it is to ask for a raise from their bosses, and caricaturing scary stories when there aren’t any problems or anything at all that should be making us feel queasy or nervous or fret about because there is no way any of us cannot solve them – maybe it was the homemade punch or something. How hilarious! It couldn’t be a better start to the new year…

Hot Dog: Happy New Year!

Whale (startled): Oh! Where you came from? Had a good sleep?

Hot Dog: I did, yes! I am excited that it’s 2017 already!

Whale: Me too! Happy 2017 and a Happy New Year!…I kind of feel like going back to bed again.

Hot Dog: Why? There are like a million happy things you can do today…

Whale: I feel sleepy and everyone is so busy, it’s making me feel even more lazy!

Fat Pig: Happy New Year folks!

Whale: AAAHHHH!

Hot Dog: What happened? Did Pig startle you?

Whale: Yes, he did! Sorry, Fat Pig! I wasn’t expecting you infront of my window so early on a New Year’s Day!

Fat Pig: Oh! That’s alright, Whale!

Hot Dog and Whale (together): Happy New Year, to you too!!!

Fat Pig: Have I got a riddle for you…there is word on the street…”it is just there”.

Whale: Wot is?

Fat Pig: I think that is followed by “Things. It’s one of the many different kinds of things. It’s just going to happen. Hmmm. What else? I think it is just there. It IS there.”

Hot Dog: Something amazing?

Fat Pig: I don’t know my amigo but that’s on replay and it’s driving me crazy.

Whale: Me too! Just listening to it gave me a headache.

Blau visits a French House

Blau is at a Parisian house. It is very long, and densely covered in fog. Blau has returned to the present era, with the help of her emerald serpent locket and it is no longer the forties. But after witnessing Natalie murder a man, Blau dispatched a soldier to get help from French authorities because an innocent life got barbarously killed. The French home looks strange to Blau – it stretches out what seems like miles in length and then suddenly stops. There are empty grounds all around it with a road infront, and another ground right opposite the road, where nearly all grass has been weeded out.

Blau remembers visiting this home as a child. She was only a young teenager when a daughter of a friend of her mother’s, Ella wanted her to accompany her there. Blau had no interest to travel all the way from Berlin to Paris for it but Ella’s best friend lived there and she really needed another person to travel with her, because without it her mother would not have allowed her to visit her friend in Paris.

Blau agreed to go with her because it was Paris and she had never been to that part of Europe in her life and the trip was long and very quiet for her. It suited Blau very much because even as a child the eerie journey to Ella’s friend’s home seemed so strange to her – that morning the sky was crystal clear but it was still grey enough. Blau has no idea if anyone lives in this house anymore, and as she waits for her friend Raj to appear in a black-and-golden chariot that brought her to the house, she begins to remember the past.

Twelve years ago…

Blau is sitting in a small carriage. It is colourfully adorned and has lush velvet seats in red. Ella is outside speaking to her friend’s relative, James. Blau can hear the two getting chatty very loudly, and it sounds like they are really happy to see each other after such a long time. She remembers her childhood friend Elijah at that point and how hurt he would feel when he would know that he cannot be there with her this moment in Paris. Elijah, to Blau has always been a funny boy, and she befriended him in school; the two often hang out after school is wrapped up, playing various kinds of board games and such but here during the weekend Blau is with Ella in Paris and she didn’t even get the chance to tell him all that before leaving.

Blau (thinks to herself): I think my favourite part about the journey is the carriage. It looks very nice!…Why am I always out meeting people, so young? I think it is like the perfect opportunity to daydream again. But really of all the interesting things I could be doing today. I could have even stayed at home and read a good book. That is what I really feel like I should be doing this young, no mater what on the weekends. I just don’t get how I keep getting myself into all these travelling episodes to meet my Mum’s friends and their kids and their friends, one after another. Maybe I shouldn’t have wrapped up my homework during the week. I…

Ella then pops her head in through the carriage window and introduces James to Blau. One thing leads to another, and before you know it Blau is inside a yellow-walled home. It is so enormous, it looks a bit crazy to Blau. Blau goes up a long stretch of marbled stairs thinking to herself that the house isn’t really pretty because the effect that it’s going for is grandoise rather than pretty. Before she can think to herself anymore, a lady greets her and Ella. She is dressed in a long cream dress, which she has paired with an embroidered sleeveless black jacket. The girl has long curly hair, she’s bespectacled and smiles in a very intriguing manner. She looks very innocent and happy to have guests. Ella tells Blau the lady is her friend, Abigail.

Abigail: Pipe down Ella! We have a new guest today! Are you Ella’s friend?
Blau: Ah!…yeah!
Abigail: Wow! I am so happy to meet you! I have heard so much about you! Why don’t you come up? We can chat more in my room.

Blau follows Abigail to her room and it looks like the room of a typical teenager – there are plenty of posters all around, her desk is very neat and tidy, and there is a small simple bed upon which Abigail tells Blau to sit and make herself comfortable. Blau feels like this is going to be another of those boring visits she often makes because of her politeness working up again, when Abigail starts to speak to her instead of Ella.

Abigail: So, your Blau? Am I right?
Blau: Yeah, I am!
Abigail: Ella is just going to be going up and down the corridor meeting my family! It’s been some time since she came for a visit!
Blau: Oh! Really?
Abigail: Yes! I wish there was a way that we could see each other more often but Ella lives so far away. I mean her home is in another French town, which I am pretty sure you would know already. It’s really hard to always come visiting for things like that.
Blau: I guess it is, yeah!
Abigail: Do you like listening to music?
Blau: I do, yeah!
Abigail: Really? Wow! What kind do you like?
Blau: I like mostly nineties-stuff!
Abigail: Oh! Do you? I love the nineties as well! I mean it’s a whole different scene out there these days for music!
Blau: It’s what?
Abigail: A whole different…it’s a little bit more fun these days than before!
Blau:…………………….yeah, I don’t get you!
Abigail: You don’t? Really? Are you…talking about…world music…there?
Blau: World Music? Gosh! No! I was talking about like music from the West! You know, like the whole MTV crowd and everything, with music videos and……….everything?
Abigail: I do understand what you are talking about yes! Have you seen my music album collection – it is so big I really don’t know what to do with it!
Blau: Ah! No, I haven’t seen it, no!
Abigail: Really? I will show them to you. It is made up of mostly world music. I am not sure if there is anything there that you would be familiar with but they are like classics to me!

Blau cannot remember anymore. Her memory is having trouble recalling what happened afterwards during the visit. She is trying hard to remember but to no avail. Some twenty minutes later Raj appears by the chariot-side. He is dressed in his usual white silk turban, with an all-white ensemble of a jacket and a churidar, which he has paired with a pair of brown leather chappals.

Blau:…Raj! What took you that long?
Raj: My dear! It will not happen again. It is a very busy day in Paris in other places around the town. It is hard to get here in the middle of crowds. It takes so much time!
Blau: Right! Do you know if the telegram we received in Berlin stated if a lady called Abigail still lives in this house?
Raj: Yes, it did! I think…

Just then, Blau notices a young boy is standing only a few feet away from her chariot and on the ground opposite the road infront of the French house. He is wearing a pair of faded and dirty jeans, and a long white pullover, which has an edgy belted design.

Raj: Who is that?
Blau: I don’t know!…ummm, who are you? You boy, who are you? Are you from here?
Boy: No I am not from this town! My name is Kahaan.
Blau: Your name is Kahaan?…where are you from?
Kahaan: I am from a village close to this town.
Raj: Do you know the French house there? The white one, right behind us!
Blau: No, he just said he isn’t from here!
Raj: No I know that! But why is he here all of a sudden? Do you, boy?
Kahaan: I don’t really know what you are talking about!
Blau: What?
Kahaan: I have the keys to the white house behind you. I can take you there!
Raj: Do you work there?
Kahaan: No! I am…they are my relatives.
Blau: Oh right! That’s brilliant! I have been daydreaming just at the thought of visiting the house again. Maybe you can take me in? Raj, you wait in the chariot for some time. I should…Kahaan?
Kahaan: Yes, I am here up on the rooftop. I will come and open the front door for you very fast. I was just checking if the plants in the house have been watered already. You are a guest. The house should be looking proper.
Blau: Wha? How did he go from here to the French house’s roof this fast? That looks physically impossible!
Raj (shudders under his breath): I know! It’s all getting so eerie!

Fat Pig’s Love For Hard Boiled Eggs

Fat Pig’s third diary entry

Mr. Brown and Fat Pig are getting ready for Whale’s dinner party. The two are no longer talking to each other because of Fat Pig’s behaviour at the supermarket. Mr. Brown was very humiliated by his own son for food he desperately craves but Mr. Brown does not permit him to have. Fat Pig, in the end, cried loudly for thirty minutes in his chosen supermarket spots before the lady who operated one of his favourite food stores, took pity on his tears and invited him to her home, for her delicious cooked meals, next week.

With that invitation, Pig stopped crying because secretly he knew there was a way out of his misery: Pig was going to develop a friendly relationship with Mrs. Susan (the owner of his favourite food joint at the supermarket) and let her cook daily meals for himself for free (and maybe even Hot Dog, too). Who knows? Because if things go well, Mrs. Susan might be the Singaporean aunty he never had, like that mother-figure or father-figure, who knows when to be strict and when to totally cuddle their favourite kid in the whole universe. And when that happens, Mrs. Susan, at the special request of none other but Fat Pig, will magically create a Cantonese dinner arrangement in Chelsea for all of his school friends, especially Hot Dog.

Fat Pig: I better hurry! I must go to Hot Dog’s house, before Brown!…I also have to tell Dog the story, first…(running out of his home and on the street)…HD! Hi there buddy!

Hot Dog: You alright? Woah! What are you wearing?

Fat Pig: A Cantonese food-print tie, paired with my crisp white shirt and brown trousers, which I have accessorized with a golden belt.

Hot Dog: Fancy! Do you want to come in now or something because I haven’t even started selecting what to wear for tonight? If you do, then you must officially re-enter my household at 8:00pm again!

Fat Pig: That’s alright! But I gotta tell you something first…

Mr. Brown: Fat Pig!!! Get back in the house right now! Sorry Hot Dog, for letting Pig bother you! We will come back at 8pm, like our invitation asked us to!

Fat Pig grumbles and follows his father back to their home…..

Whale’s second diary entry

Whale is busy checking for the umpteenth time if the preparations for the party are alright, when he notices a letter in the letterbox. Whale picks up the letter and finds that it is a couple of stickers Jack has mailed Hot Dog, of various kinds of vegetables he finds interesting even though they taste vile in the the flesh, such as cucumber, sweet potato, kale and turnip. Smiling, the nosey Whale slides the letter from Jack through Hot Dog’s door, for her to enjoy…

Jack Sr.’s first diary entry

In Jack’s household, Jack Sr is checking if the television transmission is alright for the big game they have to all catch over the weekend. The thought of four people in a cramped (and dusty) salmon living room, that oddly always smells of nachos only because of the two youngest in the group of sports enthusiasts, Jack and Hot Dog, makes Jack Sr. ring Whale and ask what has been the latest in their kids’ lives, as a pre-appetizer sort of a talk before the dinner party.

Jack Sr: I was so upset when my son told me “I love my idol more than you!”

Whale: Really? If I even get my hands on the person who thought these stories were funny around Hot Dog.

Jack Sr: I know! My son’s idol doesn’t even know who my son is but Jack gets nothing at all!

Whale: Oh! That’s a much better story! Did I tell you about the time, Hot Dog knitted me a pair of mismatched Snoopy socks…just because…I don’t have any socks that doesn’t come with holes?

Hot Dog’s third diary entry

Hot Dog can hear Jack Sr. screaming through the phone about that idol incident again, which makes her text Jack, asking him to bring it up during dinner tonight. Anxious about how dinner is going to go, the three kids sigh heavily all at the same time, individually.

Time to party…

At 8:00pm, the doorbell at Whale and Hot Dog’s house chimes: it is Jack Sr. and Jack. The two are about to go into Whale’s brown living room, when another doorbell chimes and it’s Mr. Brown and Fat Pig.

In Whale’s brown living room, Hot Dog serves the guests fried prawns and chilli sauce to dig into as the first set of appetizers. Hot Dog is wearing her favourite emerald green jumper dress, with a pair of woolly booties, flaunting faces of Snoopy. Jack tried his best to be both casual and smart, so he is wearing a red/white Christmas jumper with brown trousers and black shoes.

Jack Sr: These prawns are delicious! So tangy but succulent!

Whale: I know! I mastered the recipe from a book by Gordon Ramsay.

Mr. Brown: Oh my…where did you get the time to fit that in?

Whale: Since Hot Dog came into my life, cooking has become my passion.

Jack Sr: That is just perfect for Hot Dog! My son, Jack just loves every dish I make for him!

Jack (interrupts): No, I do not!

Jack Sr: Yes, you do! Don’t interrupt me when I am talking to Whale! If you have to do something, then why not just learn how to talk to Whale from my conversations with him?

Jack: I don’t want to!

Whale: You do not want to?

Jack: Nope! think I can talk just fine all by myself!

Jack Sr: Son, are you trying to be funny?

Hot Dog: I think he’s just bored of three adults talking. Maybe we three kids can watch what’s nice on television now?

Whale: Sure!

Fat Pig: I love the prawns, Mr. Whale! Did you ever try my Singaporean aunty’s hard boiled eggs, hard boiled to perfection?

Hot Dog: Your what?

Mr. Brown: …………….wot?

Jack: I think these prawns are tasty, yeah! How much of it is HD’s contribution? She did most of the work didn’t she?

Whale: Boiled eggs that are perfect…but not by me for HD?

Fat Pig: Oh yeah! They actually can be served in my favourite way – sliced in the middle to perfection by my loving aunty. The yolk is deliciously yellow and there is just something about those hard boiled eggs that can never have any comparison! It really cannot! They are perfect boiled eggs, they really are!