It was preposterous, said the judge. The poor little girl’s parents had named her Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii. The parents must have been drunk when they settled on a name. The little girl had told everyone that her name was Kay. Few knew that her registered name was Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii.
Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii was currently the victim of a custody battle, which is why she came to court and her name came to light.
The mother explained that Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii was conceived in Honolulu while they were on vacation. It was normal in her culture to name a child after something significant that occurred from conception until birth. Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii seemed reasonable at the time.
The father during the custody battle was nowhere to be seen. Your explanation seems reasonable, said the judge. I hereby award Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii to the custody of her mother, Hole In The Condom.
When Dawn saw the dead body in her woodshed she didn’t know what to do next. Clearly the body had died several hours earlier. Rigor mortis had already begun to set in. Dawn had once worked as a nurse so she knew these things. Trying to revive the body was a waste of time. It was as dead as the wood in her woodshed.
Dawn was a practical woman to the hilt. She remained absolutely calm. She surveyed the situation as if she was in a fabric shop selecting a pattern for a proposed table runner. What to do with the body? She shut the woodshed door and went back into the house.
It wasn’t winter. It wasn’t cold. There would be no need for her to get firewood for a couple of months. She had bought an air ticket for her husband to go to Hawaii on a vacation for several months. They did that in their marriage once every decade or so. It cleared the air and they could start afresh. He had left yesterday, so the story would go. Dawn would simply leave the body in the woodshed until winter.
That way the coroner would have difficulty determining the cause of death of her husband. “But I thought he was having a great time in Hawaii.”
Why did I answer the phone that morning? I had been vacuuming the house. When the phone rang I had to turn the vacuum cleaner off, and step over the vacuum cleaner’s cords and tubes to reach the phone.
Was I interested in doing a survey? It would only take a few minutes and I would go into the draw to win a trip for two to Hawaii.
Since I’d gone to all that trouble of turning off the vacuum cleaner and stepping over it, I thought I might as well. So several questions later (the questions were all about what brand of soft drink is imbibed in the household, so I told them a lie; coca cola I said because it was the only brand I could think of) I was in the draw to win a trip for two to Hawaii.
And win it I did! Wow! I had never won a thing before and now hubby and I were off to Hawaii!
That’s when the trouble started. Our son drove us to the airport, and on the way home (unbeknown to us) he crashed into a wall, wrote off his car, and broke both legs. Not long after take-off we were diverted. For two days we were stuck in a foreign airport. The airline people were most unhelpful. We had to pay for accommodation and meals instead of being in Hawaii all expenses paid. When eventually we did arrive in Hawaii the hotel was booked out. Since we hadn’t arrived on the appropriate day the hotel had presumed we were not going to turn up and booked other visitors into what was meant to be our room. The hotel wouldn’t give a refund because it was part of a promotion and no money had changed hands. So we had to pay for a further three days accommodation and food elsewhere.
We’re back home now from our all-expenses paid vacation. I’ve never been so happy to be doing housework. At present I’m vacuuming and…
Beverley had a major role in the local repertory society’s annual comedy production. She was to be the head Amazon; a warrior princess. She was to wear a grass skirt and do the hula. Beverley practised wiggling her hips like they do in Hawai’i. She found it difficult.
There was no other solution. She looked in the phone book and not a single hula dance teacher was in sight. Taking the plunge she dialled a number next to the name of Aloha Ekewaka. It looked Hawai’ian enough. And Beverley was bang on! It was Hawai’ian! And yes! She would teach Beverley the hula.
What progress was made! And what a hit in the production Beverley was. Drums banging. Grass skirts swishing. Hips moving. Beverley the Amazon pulsating, calling effervescent-whoops back and forth and in and out again. She got a standing ovation!
Two weeks late Beverley eloped with Aloha Ekewaka’s husband.