Good Samaritan
I try so hard to be helpful. But the life of a Good Samaritan is a difficult one. Just this morning I nailed bird wings to the children’s backs so they could fly to school. But the children complained about the blood all over their clothing, and about how the nails were too long and had pierced their hearts and lungs. Not one of them used the wings to fly to school. Not one of them thanked me for trying to improve their lives.
But I’m an optimist. I always believe that “things will get better.” I believe in the power of helping others.
Tomorrow I will gather the children before me and apologize to them for the damage I caused. I will make it up to them. At no cost, I will nail satellite dishes to their heads so they can communicate telepathically among themselves.
They doubtless will have much to discuss.
This one had me laughing out loud, along with The Find. Thomas has a seriously weird sense of humour. Hope it’s not too long before he appears again! Bloody ungrateful kids, eh?!;-}
Comment by John Saxton — July 8, 2008 @ 1:46 pm
Okay, you managed to show me true beauty in violence…fantastic! Hands down, this is my favorite story on this site. Keep up the talented work…
Comment by zapata — October 14, 2008 @ 5:09 pm