Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Once upon a time in a golden land near a salted sea there lived a rifle named Gun. Gun spent life mostly at the back of Mother's large clothes closet in a two-story wooden house Father built. One night, Mother became very very very mad at Father. What did Father do to make Mother so so so angry? Did he drop a special bowl? Terribly naughty, he must have been, for Mother to grab Gun from the closet, point it at Father, and chase him out the front door of the house that Father built. Father, being wise (most of the time except when he was bad and in trouble with Mother), ran as fast as he could and hid inside his big work truck. Father, being wise, kept his head down. Mother stood on the front door step waving Gun to the left and right while yelling at Father. This was fun and exciting for Gun who lived, most often, a cozy and contented life, but one confined in a cushioned case. Time passed. Mother stopped yelling and went inside. Father, being wise, stayed hidden in his big truck. Gun enjoyed the fresh air.