Who said; No singing allowed? When I was young, I was told not to sing at the table. Then they tell you, you can sing at the table when it is a birthday party and they have a cake to cut. When I went to church, Mother would say: “you are not singing”! It wasn’t long before they told me to stop singing again. What am I supposed to do? They wouldn’t let me sing in any choir at school, not even the Star Spangled Banner. They would never let me play a musical instrument or play the piano, but they would always hand me some sticks to beat together, or a triangular things that rang or a drum to pound. Not once, did anyone say, you are too good to sing with this group. I could whistle a tune, but no one wanted to hear me. I was cute and could blink my eyes and smile, but they didn’t need any of that either. If fact, Mother’s little boy was not good enough to even be bad.
Heartbroken, I turned to crime, and soon, people were trying find out who was doing this stuff. “Not me”, I said: and they all agreed that I couldn’t have done this as I couldn’t do anything, I was just too dumb! Now all I needed was a catchy name. “The Cat” or “The Ghost” both of those had been used before. I needed something that sounded “mean and scary” or “dashing and daring”. Maybe I needed to leave something behind, like a flower or a sweet smelling hanky. I didn’t think it was going to be this hard to be a crook. “Could I have chosen wrong”? What would happen to me if I were caught? “No” “ No”, I had better give this crime thing up, Mother will need me at home .
Walking down this road, a rabbit jumped out of a bush, in front of me. He stood there looking at me with this big carrot in hand. Being friendly, that I am, I said: “Hi” and he said: What’s up Doc? I said: it beats me, I have never heard of “ Up Doc! He said: Oh! “A wise guy are you? I said: No” I am just friendly! So, you are a dumb friendly wise guy then. I could see this conversation wasn’t going anywhere, so I said; I’ll be on my way. and good-bye.
Little did I know, that just around the next corner, I would fall in love! Never in my life had I ever seen such beauty, she was setting there on the side of the road, the prettiest blue sports car I had ever seen. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. I looked inside and outside of the car, the keys were there in the ignition and the hood felt warm from the heat of the engine, it couldn’t have been here very long! I opened the door and sat in the seat behind the steering wheel, it felt so good. Then this voice that I heard before said: Where’d you get the car? I looked around and then down on the ground and there was that smart rabbit again. I said: it is not my car and it was just setting here on the side of the road. “Take me for a ride” , he said: I said: “I can’t do that, it’s not my car”. He says: move over or get out, I want to go for a spin. As I got out of the car, I told him you can’t, it’s not your car. But he started the engine and waved good-bye, as he drove away. Then I thought, You dumb rabbit, You will be in jail soon.
Before the dust had settled, the girl that owned the car had came back, she said: where is my car, have you seen my car? I told her yes, a rabbit just drove away in it. She said: I just stopped for a moment to pick some flowers! I never thought there would be anyone coming by here! She said: Oh my! What am I ever going to do? So, I told her she could walk along with me! We must have walked a hundred miles, before we came to a house! I stood by the gate, while she walked up the path and knocked on the door. A little old lady, that walked with a cane, came to the door. The years showed on her tired old body. This young girl asked if she could use the ladies phone? The old lady said: Land a-mercy girl, don’t you know that the phone hasn’t been invented yet? The girl said: You have got to be kidding, I used one this morning. The lady replied, not in this land you didn’t. This is a fairy tale and you are in the land of the Icky Poo and the Great One, does not allow any phones in this land!
The old lady invited them in, to rest awhile and gave them a cool drink. The drink had an unusual taste, but it was good and they drank all of it. Soon after, they both felt sleepy and fell asleep where they were setting. When they woke, they were no longer in the house of the old lady, they were back to where the blue sports car was parked. She was setting in the car and he was standing along the side. They blinked their eyes as they looked at each other, and they tried to figure out what was going on! That rabbit with the carrot, was in the back seat chomping on the carrot, making an un-necessary amount of noise while eating.
She looks at me, saying: Were you just getting out or were you getting in? I said: I can’t remember, but if I can. I will ride along with you for a ways. As we drove away, the rabbit ask, Where are we going? She told him, you are not going anywhere, she stopped and throw him out of the car and we drove on. She was mumbling something about, hare hair all over her back seat. Later, as we arrived in this small town, we stopped for a drink and some-thing to eat. She ordered “oats”, in a muzzle bag, and I ordered coffee and cream pie. Neither of us said much while we were eating. When we were ready to leave, I paid the check, thinking, it sure cost a lot for Oats!
I had no idea where I was or where I was going, we said good-by to each other and she drove away. A few minutes later, a bus stopped and I got on, asking the driver how much it would cost to get to the next town! He said it was three hundred miles to the next larger town, but there was a place called Rainbow Corners, not too far down the road and it would cost $ 2.50 to get there! Arriving at Rainbow Corners, I got off the bus. There was an old gas station with a small country grocery store, that had a post office, a feed lot and couple of other old buildings. Also, there was three or four houses.
Entering the gas station part and ask if there was a bath room I could use and was directed to a little place out back. There I found a Sears Roebuck catalog that was at least seventy five years old, along with a new roll of toilet paper. It seemed that flush handles hadn’t gotten this far yet! I asked if there was any work to be gotten here and that I would do most anything for a meal and a place to sleep for the night. I was told, “No work around here”. But a lady in the store said: “She could feed me and had a place for me to sleep”, if I could chop some wood and do a few other chores for her. The supper was like a feast and I filled myself to the brim. Then I ask where the barn was, as I was ready for some sleep. She said: no barn, I could sleep in her invalid son's room in the house. I said: No thanks, I’ll sleep with the dog in the barn and the dog started to wag his tail. This guy already knows about Man and his best friend.
Heartbroken, I turned to crime, and soon, people were trying find out who was doing this stuff. “Not me”, I said: and they all agreed that I couldn’t have done this as I couldn’t do anything, I was just too dumb! Now all I needed was a catchy name. “The Cat” or “The Ghost” both of those had been used before. I needed something that sounded “mean and scary” or “dashing and daring”. Maybe I needed to leave something behind, like a flower or a sweet smelling hanky. I didn’t think it was going to be this hard to be a crook. “Could I have chosen wrong”? What would happen to me if I were caught? “No” “ No”, I had better give this crime thing up, Mother will need me at home .
Walking down this road, a rabbit jumped out of a bush, in front of me. He stood there looking at me with this big carrot in hand. Being friendly, that I am, I said: “Hi” and he said: What’s up Doc? I said: it beats me, I have never heard of “ Up Doc! He said: Oh! “A wise guy are you? I said: No” I am just friendly! So, you are a dumb friendly wise guy then. I could see this conversation wasn’t going anywhere, so I said; I’ll be on my way. and good-bye.
Little did I know, that just around the next corner, I would fall in love! Never in my life had I ever seen such beauty, she was setting there on the side of the road, the prettiest blue sports car I had ever seen. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. I looked inside and outside of the car, the keys were there in the ignition and the hood felt warm from the heat of the engine, it couldn’t have been here very long! I opened the door and sat in the seat behind the steering wheel, it felt so good. Then this voice that I heard before said: Where’d you get the car? I looked around and then down on the ground and there was that smart rabbit again. I said: it is not my car and it was just setting here on the side of the road. “Take me for a ride” , he said: I said: “I can’t do that, it’s not my car”. He says: move over or get out, I want to go for a spin. As I got out of the car, I told him you can’t, it’s not your car. But he started the engine and waved good-bye, as he drove away. Then I thought, You dumb rabbit, You will be in jail soon.
Before the dust had settled, the girl that owned the car had came back, she said: where is my car, have you seen my car? I told her yes, a rabbit just drove away in it. She said: I just stopped for a moment to pick some flowers! I never thought there would be anyone coming by here! She said: Oh my! What am I ever going to do? So, I told her she could walk along with me! We must have walked a hundred miles, before we came to a house! I stood by the gate, while she walked up the path and knocked on the door. A little old lady, that walked with a cane, came to the door. The years showed on her tired old body. This young girl asked if she could use the ladies phone? The old lady said: Land a-mercy girl, don’t you know that the phone hasn’t been invented yet? The girl said: You have got to be kidding, I used one this morning. The lady replied, not in this land you didn’t. This is a fairy tale and you are in the land of the Icky Poo and the Great One, does not allow any phones in this land!
The old lady invited them in, to rest awhile and gave them a cool drink. The drink had an unusual taste, but it was good and they drank all of it. Soon after, they both felt sleepy and fell asleep where they were setting. When they woke, they were no longer in the house of the old lady, they were back to where the blue sports car was parked. She was setting in the car and he was standing along the side. They blinked their eyes as they looked at each other, and they tried to figure out what was going on! That rabbit with the carrot, was in the back seat chomping on the carrot, making an un-necessary amount of noise while eating.
She looks at me, saying: Were you just getting out or were you getting in? I said: I can’t remember, but if I can. I will ride along with you for a ways. As we drove away, the rabbit ask, Where are we going? She told him, you are not going anywhere, she stopped and throw him out of the car and we drove on. She was mumbling something about, hare hair all over her back seat. Later, as we arrived in this small town, we stopped for a drink and some-thing to eat. She ordered “oats”, in a muzzle bag, and I ordered coffee and cream pie. Neither of us said much while we were eating. When we were ready to leave, I paid the check, thinking, it sure cost a lot for Oats!
I had no idea where I was or where I was going, we said good-by to each other and she drove away. A few minutes later, a bus stopped and I got on, asking the driver how much it would cost to get to the next town! He said it was three hundred miles to the next larger town, but there was a place called Rainbow Corners, not too far down the road and it would cost $ 2.50 to get there! Arriving at Rainbow Corners, I got off the bus. There was an old gas station with a small country grocery store, that had a post office, a feed lot and couple of other old buildings. Also, there was three or four houses.
Entering the gas station part and ask if there was a bath room I could use and was directed to a little place out back. There I found a Sears Roebuck catalog that was at least seventy five years old, along with a new roll of toilet paper. It seemed that flush handles hadn’t gotten this far yet! I asked if there was any work to be gotten here and that I would do most anything for a meal and a place to sleep for the night. I was told, “No work around here”. But a lady in the store said: “She could feed me and had a place for me to sleep”, if I could chop some wood and do a few other chores for her. The supper was like a feast and I filled myself to the brim. Then I ask where the barn was, as I was ready for some sleep. She said: no barn, I could sleep in her invalid son's room in the house. I said: No thanks, I’ll sleep with the dog in the barn and the dog started to wag his tail. This guy already knows about Man and his best friend.
I had spent several days there and I was starting to gain weight. I told the lady that I would be leaving the next day and she packed some food for me to take with me. The guy at the station found a ride for me and we all said good-bye. Now riding on the back of a motor cycle is not my thing, I had saddle sores up to my neck. I don’t know just how fast a cycle will go, but we were going over a hundred miles an hour most of the time. The cheeks on both ends, were red and sore, from the wind and seat.
It didn’t take long to reach the next city. It was big, had a lot of factories and the air was black and thick. It had to have five hundred thousand people living here or maybe more. The biker turned off the highway, as he was going in another direction. I thanked him for the ride, and off he went! I walked a ways, then stopped at a place for a drink of water. There had been a fight earlier and a guy who played a guitar, had a broken arm. This left the bar without any entertainment for the night, The owner ask if I wanted to earn a few bucks and I said: how many? He said; he would pay me two hundred for the night. For two hundred, I said yes, Now I have never played a guitar and you already know that I can’t sing. The bar was full and everyone was having a great time. There was so much noise in the place, no one could hear me play or sing. I collected my two hundred dollars and found a motel room for the night.
The following day, I was walking and I came to this race track, where people were screaming and jumping with joy, as the horses ran around the track. I have always been drown toward these kind of places. The sounds of them trumpets playing added to the excitement. Before I knew it, I had placed a bet on a long shot. The horses ran and the crowd roared and my horse came in, I was a winner. It seemed that no matter what horse I bet on, I couldn’t lose. Now I am the owner of the race track and own half of the town. No one tell me to shut up when I sing and I am no better at pounding on a drum or whatever. I am not a loser, but a winner at most things. I can buy, or go, or do, whatever I want!
Don’t you just love a happy ending?
Ben R.
It didn’t take long to reach the next city. It was big, had a lot of factories and the air was black and thick. It had to have five hundred thousand people living here or maybe more. The biker turned off the highway, as he was going in another direction. I thanked him for the ride, and off he went! I walked a ways, then stopped at a place for a drink of water. There had been a fight earlier and a guy who played a guitar, had a broken arm. This left the bar without any entertainment for the night, The owner ask if I wanted to earn a few bucks and I said: how many? He said; he would pay me two hundred for the night. For two hundred, I said yes, Now I have never played a guitar and you already know that I can’t sing. The bar was full and everyone was having a great time. There was so much noise in the place, no one could hear me play or sing. I collected my two hundred dollars and found a motel room for the night.
The following day, I was walking and I came to this race track, where people were screaming and jumping with joy, as the horses ran around the track. I have always been drown toward these kind of places. The sounds of them trumpets playing added to the excitement. Before I knew it, I had placed a bet on a long shot. The horses ran and the crowd roared and my horse came in, I was a winner. It seemed that no matter what horse I bet on, I couldn’t lose. Now I am the owner of the race track and own half of the town. No one tell me to shut up when I sing and I am no better at pounding on a drum or whatever. I am not a loser, but a winner at most things. I can buy, or go, or do, whatever I want!
Don’t you just love a happy ending?
Ben R.
Aug. 20. 2009
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