THE BARREL DEMON - Part 2

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THE BARREL DEMON - Part 2 by BILLY WISKERS


"No, No, You don't understand. I make women's clothing. Now the problem is-"
"Hold on a minute Morrie" Foozbah help up a hand, then shouted into the barrel. "Knock it off you turkeys"
Morrie could dimly hear shouting and screaming coming from the barrel. "You got somebody in there with you?"
"Are you kiddin? I got a whole world in here. I'm their God which will give you an idea of what a crappy world they handed me".
"How can you get a whole world into that little barrel?"
"Well, it's a lot bigger on the inside than it is on the outside".
"This I gotta see", Morrie started to step forward.
Foozbah held up his hand again. "Hold it Morrie. If you step inside the pentagram the high council of demons will demand I tear you into little pieces and throw you in four different directions. Frankly I'm not up to it. They had the wine festival yesterday and the first twenty barrels are always mine. OY such a head I got".
Morrie turned pale and stepped back hurriedly. "You think YOU got troubles? You should try the garment business. Yesterday I caught my foreman and one of the girls from the cutting room fooling around. Now what they do on their coffee break is their own business but on a roll of my best Italian velvet? You know what that stuff costs? We should change places. You'd want back in the barrel in a week".
Foozbah looked into the barrel again. "Cheez, they're at it again. Two sects rioting against each other. One says I'm blue. The other says I'm green".
"To me you look kind of half way. What color do you think you are?"
"Depends on my mood. One of these days I'll turn myself yellow with purple polka dots and screw them all up. NAAAH. That would just start another sect".
"So could we get back to why I brought you here?"
"Sure, sure. By the way, you know if those candles go out----"
Morrie looked over at the candles. They were down to just a puddle of wax and starting to sputter. "OH NO!!", he turned to run.
Foozbah laughed so hard he had to hang on to the barrel to keep from falling down. "Get back here Morrie. I was yanking your chain. They're just for atmosphere. You didn't need them in the first place. By the way how much did that old Gypsy fraud charge you for them?"
"Twenty dollars -- each" said Morrie in a shaky voice. "She said they were made from special ingredients that came from a far off place"
"Yeah, China. She got a whole box of them at a flea market for three bucks. You're the first sucker dumb enough to buy any. So okay, what's the big deal? Why did you call on the power of the mighty Foozbah?"
"Well first off, Christian Dior I ain't. None of my customers live in Beverly Hills. Mostly they're housewives wanting to look good enough to go out for a movie and a hamburger. But we still got a new line and a fashion show every year. So I get all ready for my fashion show and here comes Harry Goldstein one day ahead of me. Every dress he shows is straight from my line. The thief!!! He stole every one of my designs".
"Too bad Morrie but what you expect me to do about it?"
" Maybe go to his house while he's asleep? Tell him you're gonna tear out his throat if he doesn't quit being such a goniff?"
"Hoo boy, have you got the wrong demon". Foozbah opened his mouth and Morrie saw a row of rounded teeth about as sharp as grapes. "Besides, I'm not allowed out of the barrel. How about I just give him a hickey and we let his wife kill him?"

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