Surprises

My lord Elbahn, the art of surprise has many faces. People in Seahaven don't tend to like surprises. I think it's mostly because surprises usually mean either someone putting a gritty hand in your purse or sometone putting a gritty hand in your gut. Now, me, I like surprises, fool as I am (although I'm trying to avoid big gritty hands as much as anybody). Luckily, because I am a fool, I'm surprised all the time. Life's good.

... Where was I? Right, surprises. Rainy evening, walking in the street when suddenly I see Martha in front of me. A peach of a shot to pounce her from behind. Got a good grip too. Martha got really scared and flailed about a bit - but it's not easy to shake a jester when she has gotten a good grip! Hit-and-run Jesterin', that's what it was. Sweet Martha recovered fast though, she must be getting used to me.
 Martha's a good 'un. Very serious, but she has the heart in the right place and is a lot of fun when the corners of her mouth is not down by her knees.