Grey Says:

November 25, 2008 at 3:41 pm (Uncategorized)

To Blue:

You talk of my adventures with such malice. Let the truth be known. My friend was not wrong in his accusations, but he often forgets much of the greater detail.

This boy scout, Swami, once put me up on his raft, and set sail. We floated out into the sea. At a distance of roughly ten feet the safety rope came into play. As I eased into the steady sway of the sea, a gust of wind from the mystical far east, blew across me, with such force that I was propelled into the far unknown, and with me the raft, and boy, and the land itself. As we moved forth through the sea, the creatures on land with no explanation as to their sudden commute, were in havoc.

We passed unchartered oceans and undiscovered lands with strange creatures. As the wind was not ordinary, but one with purpose. Only true linen could work its wonders, I, of unsurpassed nurture, could only oblige.

Swami was caught unawares, his innocent mind lacking in the caution earned through age, as he approached a strange object floating near his raft. He tried to reach it. He stretched. As he was just about to seize his prize, a monster from the depths of the sea lunged out and arrested his movements. 

I’m neither a coward nor a weakling. I set up to slay this beast with my newly acquired strength, and commanded the winds to teach the leviathan the proper etiquette. And with a flash it was done, the mammoth scurried off to its sanctuary, not before returning the boy and accepting defeat. I was overjoyed that my efforts to save my confederate were fruitful. 

I then let go of the enchanted winds, to return to the life of peace. Soon calm returned to the land where I lived. My deeds forgotten, my stories lost, I spend my days in a closet where I am but a weathered, torn Jockey.