Abishag? What is that?
“Planning ahead. If the pappurrazi start annoying me, I just get really close to their camera lenses and poof! disappear.”
Pappurrazi?
“Those pesky photographers who annoy authors.”
Oh, them. Are you planning on being that famous?
“I’m already famous. But I can become even more famous, if I can find the right publicist.”
How in the world are you going to pay a publicist?
“Well, how many mice can one human eat?”
Believe me, not very many.
“So my publicist won’t be expensive. A mouse or two a day should be enough.”
Oh, definitely enough.
“Good. I’ll write the ad after Christmas.”
Oohkay.
Abishag, Ira and Kezia 