This was originally handwritten on December 26, 2013.
~K
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Grey was coming home from fishing one day, carrying his catch -- a single striped fish, which would be decent eating though there wasn't near enough for it to go around. Something caught his eye. It was something he'd never seen before, a large, round, pointy wagon wheel with pendant flags all over it. Instead of going straight home Grey decided to explore this new thing.
As he got a bit closer, he noticed that a ticket was needed to get in where the giant wagon wheel was. The problem was, Grey didn't have any money. All he had was his little fish and the bit of fabric he'd make-shifted into a net to catch his fish. So, Grey decided to evade the ticket takers and sneak in. He ducked into a tent that had the comedy /tragedy masks painted on the side of it and came face to face with an audience. They laughed and laughed at the bewilderment and fear on his face.
"I'm just a normal boy!" Grey called out. "Please stop laughing at me."
"He smells like fish," one man guffawed. "This is the first time they've ever incorporated scent into one of the shows here."
"But, I'm not part of any show!" Grey insisted.
"Well, you sure look like you are part of the show. You came from behind the curtain!"
The audience continued to laugh as Grey began to cry. This audience was cruel and mean, and he wanted to leave this tent.
He ran back out the way he came in. He didn't stop running until he tripped and fell. Once he took a moment to right himself, Grey looked around to see where the giant wagon wheel had been, all he saw was a single sunflower. Startled, he sat up. Had he run so far that he'd lost sight of the giant wagon wheel? Or had he just fallen asleep fishing next to a sunflower and dreamt of how his family would make fun and berate him for only catching one fish.
He doubled his efforts to catch a few more fish, then he headed home.
After turning his key in the keyhole, and calling out to his family -- seeing nothing in the darkened house but a single note in his father's handwriting on the kitchen table, it read, "Grey -- if you come in before we do, We're at the carnival."
~K
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Grey was coming home from fishing one day, carrying his catch -- a single striped fish, which would be decent eating though there wasn't near enough for it to go around. Something caught his eye. It was something he'd never seen before, a large, round, pointy wagon wheel with pendant flags all over it. Instead of going straight home Grey decided to explore this new thing.
As he got a bit closer, he noticed that a ticket was needed to get in where the giant wagon wheel was. The problem was, Grey didn't have any money. All he had was his little fish and the bit of fabric he'd make-shifted into a net to catch his fish. So, Grey decided to evade the ticket takers and sneak in. He ducked into a tent that had the comedy /tragedy masks painted on the side of it and came face to face with an audience. They laughed and laughed at the bewilderment and fear on his face.
"I'm just a normal boy!" Grey called out. "Please stop laughing at me."
"He smells like fish," one man guffawed. "This is the first time they've ever incorporated scent into one of the shows here."
"But, I'm not part of any show!" Grey insisted.
"Well, you sure look like you are part of the show. You came from behind the curtain!"
The audience continued to laugh as Grey began to cry. This audience was cruel and mean, and he wanted to leave this tent.
He ran back out the way he came in. He didn't stop running until he tripped and fell. Once he took a moment to right himself, Grey looked around to see where the giant wagon wheel had been, all he saw was a single sunflower. Startled, he sat up. Had he run so far that he'd lost sight of the giant wagon wheel? Or had he just fallen asleep fishing next to a sunflower and dreamt of how his family would make fun and berate him for only catching one fish.
He doubled his efforts to catch a few more fish, then he headed home.
After turning his key in the keyhole, and calling out to his family -- seeing nothing in the darkened house but a single note in his father's handwriting on the kitchen table, it read, "Grey -- if you come in before we do, We're at the carnival."
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