This was the moment when Jonas began recalling his misdeeds in a turbo speed, while yelling his soul out.
(Jonas had realized very quick that yelling as if falling down a canyon wouldn’t help him with 3-year-old Shylock. He wasn’t even really caring a lot for what that he was about to vacuum his big brother into the eternal stuffy darkness of the machine. That little gangster up there on his bare feet was making a surprised look, as if suddenly deafened.
And Jonas, for Heaven’s sake, couldn’t just turn away the tube and here you are, his feet had already disappeared…)
His room…how did it start?, Jonas desparately tried to catch his whirling memories, one in half a second before his brain would be also vacuumed away by the horrifying machine…
Between “Shylooooooooooock!!!!!”, gasping breath and “GET ME OUUUTTA HERE!”, gasping breath again and going on with “You bloody little monster !” which didn’t serve him either, Jonas remembered the ice cream war with his younger brother. Ice cream, a privilege to the older ones and better ones, as he had always thought. And then gush of the whole ice cream flood on the floor as Jonas had slapped the face of howling Shylock, trying to get reach of the cream box. Which Shylock had found before in the living room and had eaten up the half of it.
Outraged´he had been, Jonas remembered, burning with rage and disbelief of the things going on. And although it was him who’d cause the box fall down on the floor, it was Shylock who had received the harsh punishment of cleaning the floor.
And Shylock in his innocence – “Shylock are you brain-dead, put it awayyyyyyy!?” – yes, Shylock had then taken the vacuum cleaner and happily started cleaning the floor from box and ice and cream and Jonas at its last.
– The only hope now would be that my head is gonna be too much for him, Jonas thought for a moment but couldn’t concentrate on the refreshing idea cause his left arm was already in and obviously would never appear again from the tube.
“Shylock lis-s-sten, you wanna have ice-cream, a new box, a very very new one?!” Jonas cried out in highest anguish, fearing for his right arm.
“Ice cream? Where?!” Shylock responded and Jonas grabbed, almost at the end of his rope, for the approaching tube, trying to hold it away from him at least for the length of their sudden dialog.
“Over there!! Please stop the machine and help me out I’ll…” But the rest of the sentence couldn’t be heard by Shylock. He had thrown the tube away and was moving towards the other side of the room, leaving the vacuum cleaner on at full power…
Each time Gerod started clawing his way out Jimmy turned the dreadful machine back on and laughed. Then it started over.
Jimmy was a simple child .
Gerod was just glad that he had grown tired of that washing machine deal.
This picture reminds me of the time that my cousin and I were playing with the vacuum cleaner. We were just walking around minding our own business vacuuming stuff up. All of a sudden my cousin sucked up a bike in it. So I was like what are you doing? You’re doing it all wrong. So I was like give it to me and he was like no. Then we were fighting over it and i kicked him down. Then I took the vacuum cleaner, put it on him, and sucked him up. That’s why that picture reminds me of that.
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