Thursday, June 8, 2006

Necessary ridiculousness

Last final tomorrow. I've been studying like a mad. However, I am going loose my last cognitive twinkie if I don't write something utterly ridiculous and silly right now (besides "cognitive twinkie").

There once was a little girl named Shirley who walked 4 blocks to school every day. One day she took an alternate route down a shadowy street in her neighborhood. It had lots of tall trees with big trunks and walnuts to kick on the ground. While she was looking down for walnuts to kick, she spotted a tube of toothpaste. It was orange and glittery on the outside, unlike any tube of toothpaste she'd ever seen before. She opened the lid and put one eye right next to the little round opening. Inside it looked like pink satin and marshmallows. Being so close to the little round opening, she couldn't help but get a whiff. It smelled like marshmallows, but better -- like marshmallows and birthdays and a Christmas tree. She had never though Christmas trees could be edible before, but somehow she had an overwhelming urge to taste the paste. She squeezed out enough to fit on the tip of her finger, and stuck it in her mouth. Wow, it was good. She closed her eyes trying to place the other flavors. It made her think about her favorite dreams where she could fly. Those dreams always came with a vivid sensation of weighing nothing at all. Shirley marveled at having that feeling during daylight hours, and opened her eyes to squeeze out a little more paste. But wait a minute! What happened to the grass and the ground and the walnuts. Shirley looked up just in time to avoid a big leafy branch of one of those big trees. She was floating!

Just like in the dreams, Shirley kicked her legs and flapped her arms a little. She could maneuver just like she'd been doing it all her life. Pretty soon she could see the roof tops, and then the flag pole at the school. Not wanting to be late, she floated her way over to the building. As she set down on fenced part of the school yard next to the cafeteria kitchen, she tucked the toothpaste into her pocket, and went to class.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

blogging. The new mixed tape. Now we have Shirely instead of Barb.