Dennis Chinbone goes to Morocco

It was a rainy day in 1967. Dennis Chinbone, a man born unusually dis-figured having only a chin for a body and anatomically incorrect lips at the top of his head, was lounging in his drab flat in Chelsea, London. He found himself contemplating life and its worth, when suddenly a fire broke out in the corner of his room (or rather what he conceived to be a fire, it was actually the orange colored rug falling from the wall, he was VERY high). The fire told him of a magical land far far away where dreams could come true and worries are non-existent. This place, this wonderful sounding place turned out to be Morocco. Morocco is a small country in the north west of Africa. Dennis was overly excited about the prospect of a simple life, surrounded by the warm embracing African sunshine, and the promise of an easy relaxed life. So Mr Chinbone instantly set about leaving, he stumbled out of his bean-bag and across the room to his wardrobe. This is where his most prized possessions are hauled safely away. These possessions include; Purple sparkly cowboy boots, many many kilos of hash, and pot-noodles. It was decided by Dennis that this is all that would be needed in this new world, so he packed them into his duffel bag, hopped on his scooter and set off south to the ferry crossing. Unknowing of the many characters and problems he was to encounter on his journey. The first of these came as he was just leaving south London.

The problem with Dennis' anatomy is that his mouth is above his eyes; another fault with Dennis is that his favorite food is pot noodle. As he sat down in a nice field, perched on his scooter, joint in hand and pot noodle brewing he was excited and was not able to stop fidgeting. Dennis soon started to eat his pot noodle, but was distracted by something shiny in his peripherals. He jerked to catch a glimpse.

"ARRGH" he yelled, he had dropped pot noodle in his eye! It was burning and slimy, Dennis did not know what to do! He looked into one of the many mirrors on his scooter and managed to pluck the stringy noodle from his eye.

Whilst this panic ensued, a magpie had decided to take a break from scavenging and tucked into his pot noodle. Dennis was distraught, he yelled at the magpie but he was not startled in the slightest. Dennis ran at the magpie clenching his fork, but was stopped dead in his tracks when it said;

"Whoa man, cant I just get a bite to eat, you had left it out and I felt invited, I thought it was an offer of friendship"

"This is MY food bird boy; can’t you go and catch your own?" Dennis reply in a state of mixed shock and rage.

"Times are hard Mr..."

"Chinbone"

"Well Mr Chinbone, times are hard there is not a lot going for me at the moment, I’ve just lost my job, and my wife and kids flew the coop at the news." Explained the magpie, whilst still enjoying Dennis' lunch.

"Oh, I’m sorry to hear that magpie. I'm on my way to Morocco; it's a magical place with never ending sunshine, and no worries. You’re more than welcome to join."

"Really? Well thank you! I am ever so grateful; could you just wait here for me while I collect some things from my nest? My names Jonah by the way" Said the small bird.

"Yeah sure, but don’t be too long. Nice to meet you Jonah." exclaimed Dennis, relatively happy to have a companion.

So Jonah flew of across the field. It wasn't long before he returned, and when he did Dennis was baffled. He had come back with riches that one could only dream off! Jewells, coins, and other such trinkets. From here on in Dennis was thinking all would be simple, he had money, a friend, and a plentiful supply of drugs and noodles. But he was unaware of what sort of character Jonah was, and had not questioned how he came across such treasures...

To Be Continued.