Brodiss The Greeblie

[An Introduction to the Mysterious Greeblie]

© 2003 Brodiss

Once, upon a mime, there lived a handsome and dashing young greeblie called Brodiss. He had been living on this particular mime for several years – why, nobody really knew but his friends suspected that it was because he enjoyed engaging in lengthy conversations with his host; especially those about walking against a severe wind squall or riding down an escalator in an invisible box. Oh, many was the joyous evening when Brodiss and his ever-faithful mime would sit around shaking in silent paroxysms of laughter due to the antics of each other’s ready wit. When their respective wits weren’t ready they would content themselves with mirthful quirks of the lips – which one must admit sounds like the most exotic of exotic diseases but isn’t anything to do with things exotic at all. Not that one tends to see quirks roaming the streets these days due to their inevitable surrendering to the quirkish instinctual drive to fling themselves off any available tall buildings and even unavailable tall buildings. [Tall is good – short just means that the quirks need to dash themselves down from the low height with even greater force so as to make up for their inability to reach terminal velocity before striking the ground – not that plane terminals do reach any truly significant speeds anyway, but that is another story.]

Now, it may be that you, gentle reader, have never encountered a greeblie and thus have no idea as to what greeblies look like. Do not feel that life has shortchanged you on the great touring bus of life as it is true that no one has ever seen a greeblie as they are the most elusive of creatures, even when they are feeling congenial. This tendency is only made worse by the fact that greeblies are known to leave their destinations before they even get there – something which can cause great confusion at the fore-mentioned plane terminals. So if you wish to visualize a greeblie, imagine a friendly creature which looks like something nobody has ever seen before and then you will know what a greeblie looks like. Now that you have a whiff of an idea as to the appearance of greeblies, let us return to the tale of gentle Brodiss.

One day, in the midst of a most scintillating discussion with his mime about the pitfalls of selling helium balloons in large quantities on excessively windy days, Brodiss was struck by a thought. Once he had picked himself up again and had the thought in question charged with GBH, Brodiss made a decision – a decision which, though apparently ordinary, would be a pleasing addition to anyone’s coffee table. Brodiss decided that, since he considered himself to be a greeblie of the world, he really should venture forth – and maybe even fifth – and find out what this world thing was all about.

So, after bidding a fond farewell to his mime who was, at that stage, desperately trying to find an invisible door, Brodiss set out on an adventure as he was too small to successfully ride a horse. Anyway, he had such an exciting time that, after he had concluded his first foray into the unknown, he continued his travels.

Finally he had so many encounters that he decided to record them for the prosperity and edification of greeblies everywhere and so he wrote a book called "The Thoughtful Chronicles of Brodiss the Greeblie". He considered them thoughtful as they often did the washing up for him when he was too busy. Thus it was that the most exciting book in all greebliedom was written.

And Brodiss? Why, at the moment he is busily writing another book called "The Even More Thoughtful Chronicles of Brodiss the Greeblie" as he has found some chronicles which do his ironing for him without being asked. [It does annoy him a little however when they insist on ironing his shirts while he is wearing them but that’s another story.] So, if you should ever believe that you have just not seen a greeblie, then it was probably Brodiss out on an adventure and seeking more chronicles to add to his collection.