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The old wizard sat back in his creaky, old chair. Upon the table before him was a single crystal ball. The room surrounding him was circular, resting near the top of his magnificently tall tower. All the essentials were there for a wizard, grand bookshelves, tables of alchemic ingredients, and a small perch for his owl familiar. However, the wizard’s focus was squarely on the crystal ball before him. It was noon sharp, time for his favorite show.
The ball sparked to life with a clear image of daytime television. It immediately cut to an overly dramatic soap opera involving a man with amnesia, a rare disease, and an evil twin. A warm smile spread across the wizard’s face as he took in the whole experience.
“I can’t believe you watch this drivel,” his owl familiar peeked its head out from the perch.
“I enjoy what I enjoy,” the wizard replied.
“Ever since that broken crystal ball captured those tv signals last year, you’ve done nothing but sit on your ass watching them,” the owl pointed out.
“Meh,” the wizard ignored the avian as the show changed to a popular sitcom. “Haha, he slipped on a banana peel. Who does that?” The old man chuckled.
“Enough of this,” the owl landed on the crystal ball. “Get off your wrinkly behind and do some real work for once.”
“Hey, I’m missing the show,” the wizard protested.
“Lazy old man, forget your stupid show,” the owl spat.
“Fine, fine,” the wizard picked up his staff and, with a wave of it, changed the channel. Now it displayed an expensive-looking owl documentary. “There, will that make you happy?”
“I don’t see how…Oh, that’s a fine specimen right there,” the owl’s eyes became glued to the image. He quickly flew up and landed on the wizard’s shoulder. “What are you waiting for? Turn it up. I want to see this.”
“I thought so,” the wizard smiled, and the two settled in for a couple hours of bird documentaries.
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Few can escape the siren call of Television.
Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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