My-My ma-ma wears a mo-mo mu-mu

[Sojourner]

Whilst speeding through the dairy pastures of Rockingham County, VA, the
top down, the sun in our hair, I glanced quizzickally at my driving
companion, He who Steered the Wheele.  He glanced at me curiously, a
sparkle in his eyes.  "The ancient jest?" his eyes begged of me.  "Ah yes,"
I retorted, my fingers and a slight shrug of my shoulders giving reply, "to
bathe once again in the sweet bath of our Youth."  With a stub of his
yellow-stained forefinger, out, out of sight slipped that narrow Payne of
glass which did so unctuously separate Us from that Outside, that speeding
blur of dale and hill.

Up, up and away I shot, like a silver streaking salmon, my body twisting
lithely, into the rushing whirl of that Outside.  The dichotomy split me,
and yet I seemed whole, my lower half, Unencumbered by Brains, did the job
of stanchion, anchoring myself to the crystal Chrysler chrysanthemum
covered seat harness, my top half, Unencumbered by Sense, pinwheeling
through the arc of time and space.  "Faster! Faster!" I did shout,
encouring Him on, "Faster, faster we must go!".  And then I saw them, the
plodders, the fulcrums of the world, the methane breathers, the wooden
observers of life!  Some with their commercialized black and white stripes,
gazing at me with the glazed vacancy of a lifelong bureacrat, staring at
me, regurgitating endlessly the bland life they lived.  Oh how I cursed
them, and then I smiled, knowing Full Well that the Prank was upon us.

The driver gave me his sign, flashing me that one sole digit, ever pointing
to the sky, signifying everything that is good and positive and well with
the world, and I knew it was Time.

I gathered inwards the air which pushed me, I became a whirling djinn,
absorbing and concentrating such power as the Divine hath given me, and
then I coiled, ready to strike, and then it happened.  With every muscle in
my body and ounce of effort in my soul, I shouted at those foul bovine
beasts...

"MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"

And I like to think... as we disappeared 'round the bend, that I heard one
of them, in a voice quiet and very low, reply in kind.









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see ya later folks im off for the weekend
you all have a good 'un yerselves!

*wink*