Malvin Goes on Holiday

Malvin Goes on Holiday:

Malvin sat at his little green plastic table, thinking. He wasn’t happy and decided he needed a holiday. Pouring over brochures telling him all sorts of useless information, such as how much grass was visible from the hotel window, or whether the sun was yellow or green, he decided to get out of Rafikinland and travel to the USA.

First he went to New York and visited all the touristy places, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building and a fire station. But he still wasn’t happy, and so decided to move on to the next unsuspecting state.

This was Oklahoma, while here all he could do was sing the song from the musical, which he had watched once, told everyone he hated but secretly adored. He took lots of pictures and left, still feeling, that there was something missing. Finally he ended up in Hollywood. (California, if 

you don’t know where that is).

For three days, malvin lay on a fake beach, drinking buckets of salt water and complaining about the umbrella size. On the fourth day, he got up and went to a bar for a nice lunch of seagull eggs. He was served by a lovely young lady dragon, with long, golden curls on her scaly head. This was a very rare condition, and she was treating it with a cream as prescribed by her doctor.

Rachael, as she was called, told him that waitressing was only her part time job. Her proper job was as an agent to the stars, and that he would be perfect for a role in a new movie.

They spent a lot of time together during filming, and malvin fell in love with the deformed beauty. By the time the film was due to premiere, he had managed to convince himself that she felt the same way, and planned to ask her to marry him on the red carpet.

He got all dolled up in his favourite and very best red t-shirt and sprayed some cologne that smelled roughly like a wet cat. The moment he saw her he began to sweat form every pore in his scaly body, however this may have been a result of the massive allergic reaction to the flashes of the many cameras around him, he was experiencing. When he was near enough to her, he got down on one knee, which is quite a feat for a dragon, and popped the question, from one of those guns that fires a flag with the word “bang” written on it. Rachael looked terrified and ran off, trampling a heard of paparazzi on her way.

The dejected malvin, fled back to his homeland, and hid in his closet until he felt sure the horrific pictures would have been forgotten.

But they never were.