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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Time in Kilabrick town - The restaurant and the field
[time] => 2003-01-04 14:40:00
[hometext] => If you don't get the moral... just make one up.
[bodytext] => Angry marionette forced open the door and SMILED…
“I am your silent monkey” He proclaimed and threw down his aluminium sandwich. Everyone looked at him, and wondered… why waste a perfectly good sandwich, when there was so little food to go around. Disgruntled, everyone ignored his statement, and left the restaurant. Accordion Man had picked over a thousand daisies today, his hands seemed to be tired, perhaps this was from picking all of these flowers. Perhaps. He took all of the flowers that he had collected and wandered into a bare field, the field that he stood in had grass, but not a lot, yet patches were green. Accordion Man knew that he could not go home until his task was completed, so he began to super glue each of the daisies he had picked to the ground, when he had finished, he knew this would be a proud moment that he would reflect on. After the crowd had left the restaurant, they all realised in unison that their moral stand against Angry marionette had meant that those who were waiting on their orders (this happened to be everyone, apart from one couple who didn’t actually have mouths, but just enjoyed sitting aimlessly at restaurant tables, admiring the atmosphere. This couple decided to stay with the crowd, as they were somewhat excited to see the outcome of the situation, yet unfortunately, could not voice their enthusiasm) had to either give up on the idea of their “tasty” meal, or go back into the building, and appear weak and submissive. After a brief discussion, it was decided that they would peer into the window to assess the trauma of the situation. A team captain was elected by who could make the most impressive sculpture of a winged pig from old tins and 17 serviettes; Johan D. Chaos was the winner on this occasion. Johan walked carefully closer to the window and looked through, it appeared that Angry marionette was doing his best to throw a frosted glass salad bowl at himself, though he was having little success. Johan gave his report to the ‘decision making committee’ that had been put in place while he peered though the window. The committee then decided that the group would re-enter the restaurant and try to look inconspicuous. As they entered, Angry marionette noticed them come in as he saw them enter; he froze with a normal everyday look on his face and then jumped up and down in almost slow motion as if his hands and feet were attached to strings. He then screamed out… “You all think I can’t make to the moon without you? Please! I CAN DO ANYTHING! I throw cheese at the stars damn it! I throw cheese at the stars damn it!” When he realised he had rather stupidly said this twice, he ran for the door, and the crowd parted to let him though… “This is not the last you’ll see of me!” He said as he rushed out of the restaurant. Just to make sure his last statement rang true, he stuck his head back though the door and said… “MEh” And left again. As the days passed, the crowd (who had decided they shall now be known as a group) thought that the ground seemed a little drier, cracks were beginning to appear in the soil, and the grass had now faded. Some say it’s a disgrace and wonder if anyone else sees what is happening here, others just think that as the days pass, the ground seems a little drier, but right here, even for such dry ground... there are certainly plenty of daisies. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 367 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Damon_Maynard [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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