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UNKNOWN: NUMBER 2

UNKNOWN: NUMBER 2

 

(Book 49, Verse 1   The Sheep and the Motorcyclist)

 

“What manner of men are these,

That keep their thoughts in parenthesis?

A man of thoughts and not of action,

Likely belongs to a brotherhood faction.

So free your SELF from binds that tie,

That keep you in limbo ‘til you die.

Travel alone on your path of choice,

They’l follow your lead and also your voice.”

Thus spoke Fred

(And so this author took Fred’s advice. The message is too somber for kartoons and krazy pictures. Allusion and metaphor were the only remaining tools. Therefore, he proceeded.)

Fred spoke, as follows, to himself;

“I presume that the clown-owl is a lackey sent in by the ringmaster. The message on the scroll appears to be a piece of misinformation to direct attention away from the absent ringmaster. But who will control the circus if the ringmaster is nowhere to be found?”

Fred walked back to his seat amongst the audience. He was quite perplexed by the whole thing. His senses seemed to be picking up the odor of a rodent.

At that moment a lone man appeared from behind a curtain. He had a leather apron and a trowel with which he motioned to something that remained behind the curtain. He whispered to the unnamed beings hiding behind the curtain. He then quickly turned to see if the audience had observed this secret message. Pleased that they had not, he continued his whispers and knowing winks. A single sheep’s head appeared from behind of the curtain. Then another. And another. And another.

The man in the apron found a small motorcycle at the side of the circus ring. He started it and rode around and around. He was adept at keeping his balance atop of the oak curbing that circumscribed the ring. The sheep followed him with their eyes and heads. They spun around and around attempting their best not to lose sight of his every move. They became dizzy and their legs became wobbly. One by one they toppled on top of each other.

FRED REMAINED SILENT

Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts Continued, Book 49, Verse 2, The Cloned Donkeys”