Monday, June 19, 2006

Casey's Story or Something Else

I wrote this last September. I have put Casey's Story as a title, but I would love submissions of titles and/or artwork that you think would be complementary to the story. I hope you enjoy it.

As Casey walked swiftly down that rambunctious city street, he knew something was amiss. With each step, he noticed that walking was becoming more of a chore. He looked down to see that his feet were not longer in fact feet, but small dogs. Casey became concerned about the dogs, but then realized that if he was going to crush them, they would not be at the bottom of his legs. But before he could even complete his thought, Casey looked down and saw that what used to be his legs were now guitar amplifiers.

“It’s very odd for these small dogs to be carrying guitar amplifiers on their backs,” Casey thought to himself, almost forgetting that the objects in question used to be his feet and legs.

Casey was becoming a bit nervous, and went to wipe his brow, but the feeling of his hand against his forehead was not as expected.

“How did I get Curious George sock puppets on my hands?” Casey wondered aloud.

“You tell me,” interjected the puppet on his left hand.

“This is absurd, how can you talk when you’re just a sock puppet on my hand?”

Casey tried at once to remove the Curious George puppet from his hand, but found that the puppet was not attached to his hand, but to a fishing pole that was jutting out of the back of the guitar amplifier.

“Now this is just too much!” Casey attempted to scream, but before the words came out of his mouth, he found that his mouth was no longer a mouth, but an extra large coffee mug with the words “Best Grandpa Ever” inscribed on the side.

An old man came by about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. He saw two Chihuahuas standing next to each other with guitar amplifiers on their backs with a fishing pole coming from the back of each. Curious George taunted him relentlessly, but the old man noticed something exciting. Atop the amplifiers was a baseball mitt, and in that baseball mitt sat a coffee mug chock full of piping hot coffee.

The old man took the hot coffee, threw it in the face of Curious George, put the mug atop his head and exclaimed, “You don’t know the truth! Truth is insurmountable, indiscriminate and inconceivable!”

The man took off his coffee mug hat, placed it carefully back into the baseball mitt, and continued his journey.


At 12:38 AM EDT , Blogger Kat said...

Ooh! I like it, but I'm not sure what I'd name it. Sort-of reminds me of the Improbability Drive in Hitchhiker's Guide, which we just saw over the weekend. Or a dream, because of the randomness.


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