Fairy Tale Friday 44
Richard Skull reads the story to you!
Once upon a time, there was a hexagon named
Baxter. He slept in silence in the rich, fleshy pulp of a long,
moist tunnel, adrift in a pleasant dream. Warm winds flowed over
him, muddy rivers overflowed nearby, and still Baxter the Hexagon
slept, and dreamed of the handsomest man in history, Teh Cloon.
One day he awoke with a singular purpose - he would MEET teh Cloon! Baxter began his journey. It was warm and dark, and eventually he came upon a Corn. "Hail, Corn!" said Baxter. "Have you seen teh Cloon?"
"I do not know this Cloon," said the Corn.
"Well you should," said Baxter. "He is handsome and rich, and his smile has enticed me in many dreams!"
"Those things aren't important to me," said the Corn, disapprovingly. "I believe a person's value is on the inside. A person's exterior may be tough, and pulpy, and difficult to break down. What matters is a nutrient-rich inner kernel."
"I'm sorry you think so," said Baxter the Hexagon, and continued on his way.
He traversed a deep and murky ravine, and crossed a treacherous logjam on a twisted road, and after some time he encountered a Peanut. "Hail, Peanut!" said Baxter. "Can you tell me where I can find teh Cloon?"
"Maybe," said Peanut. "Where did you see him last?"
"Oh, he is often seen at glamorous parties, and on red carpets and gala balls."
"No," said the Peanut, disapprovingly. "I socialize at ball games, and picnics. Too many balls are bad for a person's disposition."
"I'm sorry you think so," said Baxter, and continued.
He trudged through swampy coils, and fetid ponds, and hopped across pulsating polyps, and it seemed as if he would never meet teh Cloon. But just when he was about to give up hope, he encountered a Gum, who had been there for many years. "Hail, Gum!" he said. "Can you direct me to teh Cloon?"
The Gum twisted his long, sticky beard and pointed ahead to a swirling vortex of filth. "Teh Cloon is on the other side - go into the light!"
Baxter was afraid, but he hopped on a passing boulder and held on tight. This was his agony and suffering. There was clenching, and straining, and violent heaving all around. But eventually, the boulder Baxter was stuck to was forced out into fresh air, and hurtled through space, crash landing in an icy river. "I failed," he thought. "I will never meet Teh Cloon".
But then the world filled with light, and before he was sucked under by the tide, the last thing Baxter saw was the face of the man of his dreams smiling down. "NOT BAD," boomed the voice of Teh Cloon. "MY FINEST PRODUCTION SINCE O BROTHER WHERE ART THOU."
Baxter received illumination at the time of his death - he and his reason for living were one, all along. He ascended to the afterlife at peace.
The End.
Happy Friday!
One day he awoke with a singular purpose - he would MEET teh Cloon! Baxter began his journey. It was warm and dark, and eventually he came upon a Corn. "Hail, Corn!" said Baxter. "Have you seen teh Cloon?"
"I do not know this Cloon," said the Corn.
"Well you should," said Baxter. "He is handsome and rich, and his smile has enticed me in many dreams!"
"Those things aren't important to me," said the Corn, disapprovingly. "I believe a person's value is on the inside. A person's exterior may be tough, and pulpy, and difficult to break down. What matters is a nutrient-rich inner kernel."
"I'm sorry you think so," said Baxter the Hexagon, and continued on his way.
He traversed a deep and murky ravine, and crossed a treacherous logjam on a twisted road, and after some time he encountered a Peanut. "Hail, Peanut!" said Baxter. "Can you tell me where I can find teh Cloon?"
"Maybe," said Peanut. "Where did you see him last?"
"Oh, he is often seen at glamorous parties, and on red carpets and gala balls."
"No," said the Peanut, disapprovingly. "I socialize at ball games, and picnics. Too many balls are bad for a person's disposition."
"I'm sorry you think so," said Baxter, and continued.
He trudged through swampy coils, and fetid ponds, and hopped across pulsating polyps, and it seemed as if he would never meet teh Cloon. But just when he was about to give up hope, he encountered a Gum, who had been there for many years. "Hail, Gum!" he said. "Can you direct me to teh Cloon?"
The Gum twisted his long, sticky beard and pointed ahead to a swirling vortex of filth. "Teh Cloon is on the other side - go into the light!"
Baxter was afraid, but he hopped on a passing boulder and held on tight. This was his agony and suffering. There was clenching, and straining, and violent heaving all around. But eventually, the boulder Baxter was stuck to was forced out into fresh air, and hurtled through space, crash landing in an icy river. "I failed," he thought. "I will never meet Teh Cloon".
But then the world filled with light, and before he was sucked under by the tide, the last thing Baxter saw was the face of the man of his dreams smiling down. "NOT BAD," boomed the voice of Teh Cloon. "MY FINEST PRODUCTION SINCE O BROTHER WHERE ART THOU."
Baxter received illumination at the time of his death - he and his reason for living were one, all along. He ascended to the afterlife at peace.
The End.
Happy Friday!