Mr. & Mrs. Nobody (a playful mataphor)
Chapter One:
Mr. & Mrs. Nobody lived in a modest two-story home, with a coal furnace, and radiators, on Anywhere Street, Somewhere, USA. The two were blessed in being able to procreate, and gradually did. They dissapeared from their lives late one blustery blizzard evening unnoticed, without even fourteen minutes of fame or obituary. Schools were cancelled by the superintendents.
Vectors mercifully took the storm out to sea. It stopped snowing by noon. All the able bodied neighborhood children were sledding (weaving their way around and between the headstones, amazingly without serious injury) until dusk on the steep hill on the back side of Union Street Cemetery... where memorial Day and July 4th gun salutes echoed to the far side of town after prayers and moving speeches were given. Those colorful parades got shorter and the number of marching bands and war veterans fewer with the passing of the years or so it seemed.
Chapter Two:
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyChapter Two:
[b]Mr. & Mrs. Nobody (a playful mataphor)
Chapter One:
Mr. & Mrs. Nobody lived in a modest two-story home, with a coal furnace, and radiators, on Anywhere Street, Somewhere, USA. The two were blessed in being able to procreate, and gradually did. They dissapeared from their lives late one blustery blizzard evening unnoticed, without even fo ...[text shortened]... war veterans fewer with the passing of the years or so it seemed.
Chapter Two:
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When out of nowhere came the Abominable Snowman scooping up all children within his grasp. The few veterans that were there for the parade quickly made their way to the cannons used to fire blanks in celebration of the patriotic days events, yelling "who's got the REAL loads?" At once, retired Colonel Lewellyn Houston-Johnson III yelled, "I do, I do".
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23 Feb 12
Originally posted by Great Big SteesRocks Fall, Everyone Dies.
Chapter Two:
When out of nowhere came the Abominable Snowman scooping up all children within his grasp. The few veterans that were there for the parade quickly made their way to the cannons used to fire blanks in celebration of the patriotic days events, yelling "who's got the REAL loads?" At once, retired Colonel Lewellyn Houston-Johnson III yelled, "I do, I do".
Chapter Three:
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24 Feb 12
Originally posted by Great Big SteesChapter 6:
Chapter 5:
Sadly, apparently so. Somewhere has gone Nowhere.
Simultaneously with the unanticipated change in air quality, strange forecasts of unpredicted blackouts began appearing on the early and late evening news. The blackouts were partial in nature. The kind old sun was replaced by the moon at odd intervals during the day, while unsuspecting homes were summarily awakened by premature sunrises... more than once some evenings, which confounded both clocks and dreams. Whole families were sleep wandering around in pajamas wondering whether to return to their sleepy pillows or put on breakfast.
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyChapter 7:
Chapter 6:
Simultaneously with the unanticipated change in air quality, strange forecasts of unpredicted blackouts began appearing on the early and late evening news. The blackouts were partial in nature. The kind old sun was replaced by the moon at odd intervals during the day, while unsuspecting homes were summarily awakened by premature sunrises.. ...[text shortened]... pajamas wondering whether to return to their sleepy pillows or put on breakfast.
Chapter 7:
At the Huntington-Smyth home on Long Island a decision was made to make, or rather have "The Help" make, breakfast for them in bed so as to not have to leave their sleepy pillows. As it turned out this was a monumental error. As Juanita was preparing to place the foodtray on the bedside table beside Senator Hunting-Smyth side of the bed, the electricity once again went out causing Juanita to stumble and fall, trayfirst onto the bed. As luck would have it Mrs. Huntington-Smyth was in the midst of tucking the napkin (monogrammed linen of course) into the senators pyjama top and took the full force of not only the tray full of food but the robust weight of Juanita herself. The funeral had to be put off, due to the blackouts, until such time as there would be a constant flow of electricity to enable the family to have a proper sendoff for Mrs. Huntington -Smyth. As luck would have it this all occured in the "dead" of winter so it was decided that they should put Mrs. Huntington-Smyth's body in the back yard, away from the sight of anyone venturing out there, untill the appropriate time for the ceremony.
24 Feb 12
Originally posted by Great Big SteesThe abominable snowman, having seen the children were too small to eat, let them go, but wandered into the senators yard, seeing the deceased senator, let out a bone chilling howl, half growl, with a short barking noise which scared off the household rottweiler, who normally protective of the family was found later shivering like a wet puppy underneath the mansion back porch. The snowman thought the senator was an offering to keep him from stealing the children. Taking the dead senator on his back like a half filled sack of flour, he leaped over the ten foot high security fence carrying the 300 pound senator as if he were a baby, bounded out into the 6000 acres of deep forest, built a nest inside some nettles, set the body down and proceed to have the best meal that snowman had eaten for months.
Chapter 7:
At the Huntington-Smyth home on Long Island a decision was made to make, or rather have "The Help" make, breakfast for them in bed so as to not have to leave their sleepy pillows. As it turned out this was a monumental error. As Juanita was preparing to place the foodtray on the bedside table beside Senator Hunting-Smyth side of the ...[text shortened]... from the sight of anyone venturing out there, untill the appropriate time for the ceremony.
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Originally posted by sonhouseChapter 9:
Chapter 8:
The abominable snowman, having seen the children were too small to eat, let them go, but wandered into the senators yard, seeing the deceased senator, let out a bone chilling howl, half growl, with a short barking noise which scared off the household rottweiler, who normally protective of the family was found later shivering like a wet puppy ...[text shortened]... nettles, set the body down and proceed to have the best meal that snowman had eaten for months.
Meanwhile an inscrutable edict from city hall caused general confusion and consternation among the law abiding citizens of Somewhere, USA. Apparently all male children between the ages of 12 and 33 would be required to submit to standardized Procrustean Haircuts of a precisely defined short length. If any particular male's locks were already shorter than stipulated, provision was made to waive any overzealous straightening and lenthening as being far too Draconian. Although rationale was omitted, a fine print timeline footnote indicated this measure would remain in force through December 2012. In the privacy of their homes, townsfolk expressed displeasure in gloomy whispers and referred to the historic event as the Doomsday Initiative.
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyChapter 10:
Chapter 9:
Meanwhile an inscrutable edict from city hall caused general confusion and consternation among the law abiding citizens of Somewhere, USA. Apparently all male children between the ages of 12 and 33 would be required to submit to standardized Procrustean Haircuts of a precisely defined short length. If any particular male's locks were alrea ...[text shortened]... gloomy whispers and referred to the historic event as the Doomsday Initiative.
Chapter 10:
Johnny Sizemore, the President of the Somewhere USA's chapter of Haircuts Are Our Choice, called an impromptu meeting at his house on Brittleway Blvd to which most, but not all, members were able to attend. When called to order the minutes from their previous meeting were read and passed. Johnny asked if, as an agenda was not prepared due to the haste with which the meeting was called, if they could get right to the new edict. Marion Sizemore, Johnny's widowed sister-in-law, put up her hand and was recognized by the President. Marion said, "How do they think that we will bow to this edict without some kind of public meeting to discuss our thoughts on this subject? We do still live in a democracy, the last time I looked". Philip Barlow, the chapters lawyer, asked if he could take that question, to which Johhny said, "yes". Philip reminded all present that the edict was put forth by the people they had elected to act on their behalf, namely the Mayor and his council. A vote was taken and it was decided that maybe, just maybe, they were, to use the vernacular....."screwed". They meeting ended and all those present went into the family room to enjoy a nightcap before heading to their respective homes.
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26 Feb 12
Originally posted by Great Big SteesThe ones that went home went to sleep with a clear conscience but there was a small minority who did not like the probable outcome so they formed the Occupy Haircut movement. Media came from miles around to view the people camped out in front of the mayor's office building, rainbow colored tents batted down right on the asphalt of the road, blocking traffic. With all the media camera's around, the police were politically helpless even though half the police force wanted to use tasers, smoke bombs and narc dogs on the campers, they gritted their teeth and smiled sweetly for the passing camera crews.
Chapter 10:
Johnny Sizemore, the President of the Somewhere USA's chapter of Haircuts Are Our Choice, called an impromptu meeting at his house on Brittleway Blvd to which most, but not all, members were able to attend. When called to order the minutes from their previous meeting were read and passed. Johnny asked if, as an agenda was not ...[text shortened]... y room to enjoy a nightcap before heading to their respective homes.
Chapter 11:
The Occupy Haircut movement started to gain momentum when the next town over had an Occupy Occupation movement of their own going and they decided the Occupy Haircut folks were getting more air time so they converged on the tent people, hugs were given all around, more tents were pitched, calls for food for it was only humanitarian of the town and media to feed the tent people and doctors were called up from Doctors without Borders (when Borders went bankrupt, they had to use the only one left, Doctors without Barns and Noble) but that's another story. The doctors came and there was always someone sick, pregnant, or about to become pregnant so they did what they could. The media found several heartwarming stories of forced haircuts despite the mayor's assurances. It went on that way for several weeks until:
26 Feb 12
Originally posted by sonhouseTiny Tim showed up singing 'tip toe through the tulips with me'.
The ones that went home went to sleep with a clear conscience but there was a small minority who did not like the probable outcome so they formed the Occupy Haircut movement. Media came from miles around to view the people camped out in front of the mayor's office building, rainbow colored tents batted down right on the asphalt of the road, blocking traffic ...[text shortened]... forced haircuts despite the mayor's assurances. It went on that way for several weeks until:
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Originally posted by josephw^
Chapter 12:
"Tiny Tim showed up singing 'tip toe through the tulips with me'."
Editorial Retraction: Tiny passed from the garden of this green earth's tulips to the next life on November 30, 1996.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiny_Tim_(musician)
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Chapter 13:
Following Tuesday the mayor received a brown paper wrapped parcel in the morning mail pouch. His male intern secretary placed it (unopened) gingerly atop the stack already squatting in the mayor's bulging in-box. Aging mayor opened it during lunch to discover it contained the best selling book "Who Moved My Cheese", an interesting and insightful allegory, with its believable main characters Sniff & Scurry and Hem & Haw. Mayor scanned it, instantly becoming captivated then dozed off. Skaught, his male secretary nervously held all twenty three calls.
Bookworm's Corner: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Moved_My_Cheese%3F