The reflection of the warming sun on the slippery ice covered pavement projected an ostentatious array of light that shined in my eye. The sun rising over top the buildings, unleashing its torrent of light upon the frozen street. I was splendid that a board had struck my face. It was a cold summer’s day and I was merrily hurtling over the many homeless men that were in a slumber on the ground outside my house. Taking a closer look at the homeless men outside my house, I could see the oozing, green fungus growing on the side of their faces. They looked at me with their puppy eyes and asked me if I had an extra clock that they could keep so that they could go to the dumpster at the right time to find a new cardboard box.
“Then our children will form a family band and sing and dance and you won’t be invited,” Said the homeless man.
“Great Oden’s Raven! I’ll help you out, but only if I’m invited to be in the band, look at this look at that,” I countered.
“I’ll only let you into the band if you bring me a scrumptious cheeseburger and I need a wet washcloth the wipe this fungus from my face…it’s getting to be a real pain.”
I ponder my options and I reply,
“I suppose you can have the cheeseburger, but the fungus is going to have to stay; I think your band name should be the Funky Fungus, so you’ve gotta keep the look.”
His eyes narrow like closing blinds and he snarls back,
“Knights of Columbus! How would you like to have mold growing from your face…this is no joking matter! I won’t subjugate myself or my family to a Funky Fungus band. Funky Family, fine, but no fungus!”
He then, threw a basket of blueberries at my head.
“Oh would you look at this! I am so mad!” I said.
This spasm of disgrace made me look at my journey that got me in this situation. The fantastic way my journey began the way it ended.
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