Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Espionage, shaken and stirred

Our vacation was lovely, Dear Friends! Life can be kind -- almost as kind as you and your sweet messages! The sun was bright and the air was warm. The waffles were delicious, vanilla ice-cream on the side. Scottie was crazy, as usual. All she cared for was her tennis ball. She uses it to communicate. Play with tennis ball = Love. Scottie is a black Labrador that belongs to relatives. She bounces her ball like a basketball player, and balances it on the tip of her muzzle like a seal! And she is very patient, just like Frog. She'd lay there waiting outside the bathroom for Mimi to finish showering (and hair styling and the works) and come out and play with her. And her ball.

What else did we do? We watched U2 live in Latin America in 3D – four cities in one afternoon. We put on our magic glasses and were just beamed there, rendered invisible intruders on the stage! We took off the glasses and found ourselves back inside an empty theater. We walked out into the afternoon heat. We had coffee.

The next day we visited a science museum together with [other] kids. Mimi lay on a bed of nails; Roufa powered a TV by pedaling. And then we played in the spy section, where we saw real mikes hidden in fake olives, antennas in toothpicks. We crawled our way through booby-trapped corridors, trying not to intersect the laser beams.


And then something funny happened. Roufa was studying the Enigma code and Mimi was fiddling with some wires. Roufa had just deciphered an eight-lettered word – Istanbul! -- when Mimi urged him to come and listen, for she had intercepted a telephone conversation! Well, she assumed it was a recorded conversation waiting for kids to discover it. Interestingly enough, it was being conducted in Terrible English – the official language of international dealings. It sounded so real! But, curiously, not very spy-related. What we could hear was a no-nonsense manager, representing a major European electricity supplier, and some counterpart from a small country, discussing the possibility to install a nuclear plant in that country. For peaceful purposes. Big deal!

It turns out though that we've spied for real! This was a real conversation, believe it or not – and what a scoop! You see we did a little further research and discovered that in that little lignite-devouring country nuclear energy is fiercely opposed and nobody seems to be remotely aware of any plans to introduce it! So: was the manager being misled, or are the little country's citizens being fooled to believe that Russian natural gas is the future?

Where are the real journalists when you need them? Recycling each other's garbage.

Dear journalists, here's the deal: The beautiful little country is Greece, home of the beautiful little Greeks. Now, if you want us to name more names, you will have to pay: Full immunity in writing and an all-inclusive three-week holiday in Santorini for two adults and a dog should do! No, wait, make that a house downtown Fira with a volcano view plus a generous budget so that we can decorate it ourselves. We have a very exquisite taste.


As far as we know, we will not be traveling for a while. Not before August. Finally, we can start looking for a French Bulldog! Preferably black with white spots! Like this cuty here! Oh, we've waited too long.


Bimmy the Bookish said...

Cripes, how exciting - Surely this is the break you have been waiting for. Selling your secrets to the papers for squillions and squillions!
More lucrative even than your patented ideas, of which there are so very many!
Think you should hold out for a somewhat larger mansion though that would accomodate your many friends and other animals.
It's only fair. We've always wanted to go to Greece.
What shall we bring?


I love spy anything and to think you were in on it. You could be the next super secret agents. Sounds like a great trip and good luck finding your french bulldog.

Λωτοφάγος said...

Wellcome back! Do you really like that ugly dog?
Did any journalist answer?
Two questions need two anwers.

Roufa Tav Gosou & Mimi Lass said...

A mansion it is, Bimmy! You could be our first guests!

Heidi, thanks so much!

Ugly??? Chucky UGLY???!!! Wait until she kisses you with that long tongue of hers all over your face! No, we are still waiting, Lotofagus. Maybe journalists are on a tight budget themselves.

Frog the Dog said...

Did someone mention waffles and ice cream? And hot chocolate sauce?
(or did I make up that last bit?)

Kimba The White Lioness said...

Ohhhh, I just LOVE those little glasses for viewing in more dimensions!

Wow, where to start with this one???


Sounds like you had a wonderful time, as holidays should be.

I'm enthralled about the espionage, spying, secrets - woot! woot!

The doggy pic is so CUTE!

Roufa Tav Gosou & Mimi Lass said...

Hey! There WAS hot chocolate sauce, but we never mentioned it! Is Frog Ted following us? Are you SPYING on us???!!!

Thanks Kimba! Yes, we had a great time! And YES the dog is BEAUTIFUL! (Cast your votes now).

Jillian said...

Yes yes... welcome back! It DOES sound like you guys had a good time!

Frog the Dog said...

Can we have a poll?? I LOVE polls. What are we voting on???

Roufa Tav Gosou & Mimi Lass said...

Polls, votes... It can be a soup in our dysxelic heads. Yes, it's a poll: Is Chucky beautiful?

Roufa, Mimi, and Kimba say YES (75%).
Lotofagus says NO (25%).

We've won 3-1! (Won what? Oh, this is getting more and more confusing.)

Roufa Tav Gosou & Mimi Lass said...

Thank you, Jillian! We did!

Perhaps Frog meant he'd like the mansion to have a POOL?