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The movable feast moves down to the beach *o*
The talk of children made me think of family so I asked "Your father is Hermes and your
mother the Greek goddess of love Aphrodite?" and then went on before Johnny could answer "Why not keep Johnny Deppīs
parents - family?"
"No" Johnny started looking a bit shy again "That was Meepsī idea - she said it was quite enough
she used a living person as a sort of blue print for me. She didnīt want to imagine what a whole range of people she
know next to nothing about would say and do in this or that situation - or had done or had said ... We have sometimes discussed
Johnny Deppīs life - what it has been like for him to grow up and go through this and that. But Meeps wanted something else
entirely for me. And since she claims nothing is too good for me nothing less than a god and goddess could do - have I told
you she is so very, VERY embarrassing!!! ?"
Here both Meeps and me laughed loudly. Because he had indeed told us both that.
While at the same time enjoy the "embarrassment" tremendously.
Johnny smiled too. And Meeps went on "We have even changed
my Johnny's name to Johnny Sweets. But we couldnīt quite agree on a proper name - I wanted something like Jack
Angelo or perhaps Johnny Sparro-ho-ho-how-ki-hee-hin" she giggled while Johnny went over and tickled her so much he almost
overturned her chair.
"What do you want to be called, dear?" I asked when both Meeps and her chair were the right side
up again and Johnny had gotten another cigarette going. "Erm ... Marlon Brando?" Johnny asked and then duck his head anticipating
a blow from Meeps.
But she just smiled and said "No, something discreet like Johnny Smith or macho like Jack Smith. And
I donīt mind either - but isnīt it a bit ... I donīt know - boooooorrriiiing !!!!"
"Yes, dear" Johnny smiled. Then excused
himself saying he had to get rid of the coffee again and left for the bathroom.
Taking advantages of being alone with her,
I asked "How is it to have so sweet a beauty around all the time, Meeps? Maybe I should interview you separately on that subject"
"Perhaps
you should. But I can tell you now it is wonderful" Meeps said "Especially that he is so sweet. We do fight. But that never
take long and then we are just as good friends afterwards as before. Johnny thinks he canīt quite be sweet enough - live up
to my expectations - but when he relax and is himself he exceeds same expectations by many miles. He can be so funny
and thoughtful and sweet and - and downright perfect! But talking about miles, by the way - should we go down to the beach
now and look at the sunset across the bay? There is about two kilometers down there ... But it is a lovely walk through
the wood and we can bring the cold supper I have prepared for tonight"
I liked that. But suggested we flew. Me on
my own two wings and Johnny and his Meeps on their trusted Persian carpet Fatima. Up over the green trees and right towards
the setting sun.
Well down at the beach Meeps and I started to spread out the blankets and the food. And when Johnny suggested
he should find some drift wood and make a fire Meeps said "Yes, you do that, sweetie. I have some sausages we can put
in a stick if we can find one - but I have forgot the matches ... Did you bring yours - or your lighter?"
"Nooo ..." Johnny
said going through his pockets. Then suddenly broke down giggling "But I did remember to bring my dragon!" I gently slapped
his narrow butt with my tail tip but when they both looked pleading at me I promised to light the fire when he had gathered
the wood.
After a bit of work we all three sat around the fire. At the beginning I kept my dragon "glad rags" on but
you canīt very well turn a spit over a fire with claws. And while I think I could have done so with my tail tip I didnīt
fancy having to sit with my back towards my friends so I went back to my human disguise. Which is fine for a dragon if you
just wear it too long - then it starts to itch -o*
Meeps sat leaning her back against a fallen tree trunk and Johnny soon
managed to lean himself comfortably against her side with her arms tightly around him. That kid is more cuddly than a
pussycat in a good mood when he is in that mood *O* !
"Well, Amy" Johnny smiled happily "Any more questions? Fire
away"
So I thought for a moment - chewing at my bread and cheese - and then asked "You called yourself a hard task mistress
earlier, Meeps, if I remember correctly. But as far as I can see you spoil Johnny most of the time all you can"
Meeps
was about to protest here but Johnny reached up and put a piece of sausage in her mouth and she "obediently" shut
up with a little smile.
Then Johnny answered instead with a so mischievous glint in his gorgeous eyes that I wouldnīt
have believed him if he had stated the earth is round!
"She is awful hard! You canīt imagine how hard the woman can be
to little old me ... Last time we were down here she stopped me from throwing stones into the sea claiming I might fill up
the ocean pretty soon and then we would have to take all the fish and whales and shell fish and - and other sea critters home
with us to stay until we had managed to dig the sea out again - isnīt that hard? And just because I can make the stone skip
four times and she ca-ha-hanīt!"
Here Meeps calmly tickled Johnny until he almost cried laughing and yelled "Iīll be sweet!"
"Oh, but you are, sweetie" Meeps stated "Especially if you tell Amy about little Flinty Flake. Recite the whole rhyme
you made that day after having pouted your best because I suggested - suggested, mind - that you should stop throwing stones
in the poor bay"
Johnny mumbled a couple of protests. Then declared he had to stand if he was to recite poetry. Meeps shook
her head and said "Poetry?" But she also look quite happy and proud when Johnny got up and went to stand - melodramatic as
always - with his right side to the sinking red sun and his smiling face towards us.
Then clearing his throat he began:
"LITTLE FLINTY FLAKE.
Little Flinty Flake
did so cry and shake.
An inconsiderate human had
thrown him into the sea
without as much as asking, you see.
Poor wee Flinty woke up in the air
and
he had to stare
because he was high up over a shark ...
Oh, no, there he passed a lark!
Little Flinty wanted to get
back to his mum -
oh, yes, Sir! And then some ...
There were all kind of dangerous people here
some Flinty absolutely
didnīt want to go near.
Finally a friendly crab
decided it better grab
the crying wee pebble and carry
him home.
Stones are not really built to roam ...
So humans - be sweet and leave them be -
or at least ask before
you throw them into the sea"
I had to laugh and clap when Johnny with a sweeping bow and a big grin went over and plumped
himself down by Meeps. And being rewarded by her with a chocolate chipped cookie. Then I noticed the chocolate in the cookie and
said "I have heard that Johnny Depp claims he doesnīt like chocolate - but you do?"
"Well - the good Mr. Depp says
so many things" Meeps smiled calmly. "Maybe he didnīt like it much at that point in time - had gotten a bit too much of a
good thing"
But Johnny said seriously "Ah, but you see, my dear Amy, you are somewhat missing the point there! I am
NOT John Christopher Depp - American actor/super star from Owensboro. I am ME! ... and that is quite another kettle of gumbo.
I am ... well, Meeps has always made stories and she has always had a sort of hero - leading man - what-do-you-call-it ...
Way back when it was Robin Hood. Then someone from TV - maybe you better tell this yourself, baby girlie?"
But Meeps shook
her head and gestured that he should go on. So Johnny smiled and said "And even these "heroes" - and it wasnīt always the
hero of the book or movie either, she built her lover on - was of course heavily influenced by Meeps herself. And
by what ever else she read and saw in TV and movies. So although I look much like the actor - minus the tattoos though - I
am not that brave an invention ... I am NOT Johnny Depp. ... I have come to like him - it is difficult not to - but I wouldnīt
like to be him totally ... I am not sure I can explain it properly, Amy - but I am a great sissy for one thing - be quiet,
Meeps! I am ... And it bothers me. But ... I am. And I like some things he donīt - donīt mind spiders much most of the time
for example *o* But I wouldnīt take drugs and drink so much I didnīt know what was up and down - I would be afraid of
what might happen to me while under the influence of these things ... Or what I might do to others too. Meeps claims that
is because there is too much of her in me - but I donīt mind that at all then"
Here I had to declare I did neither. Since
I had never met the real life Johnny Depp I couldnīt decide whether or not our Johnny was a greater sissy or anything than
the actor - but I know I love this boy very much! ... I am not in love with him as Meeps has giggled I am - but I love him
as a little brother or a very good friend I want to help and protect and love to see being happy. So I said as much. And Johnny
again looked both happy and embarrassed at the same time.
Meeps said "See, baby. People do love you as you are. You donīt
have to change" She was about to say something else when ...
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