THAT’S NOT STRANGE!?
“Let’s start.†Said the man, trying to unfold a heavily sealed envelope. This particular man was no more than simple pencil sharpener. The fact that he was the only human one, sharpening pencils with his toe and fingernails, made him a rather unwanted guest near the local pencil shop. The woman who works there most certainly has a thing or two to say about her past experiences with the man. Still, it’s Sunday and the poor gal can’t be bothered.
And so the man starts. It seems like he just received some very blunt pencils from the Nuukers out in Greenland. South-Greenland that is, anywhere else in the land of green would be a joke! The man usually receives all sorts of unsharpened pencils from all over the world. Obviously his fine craftsmanship is well renowned, but not everywhere mind you. No one ever heard of him further down the street and his neighbors could swear that a woman lives next to them by the name of Joline McMessenger. In fact, I can put it this way: Everyone within a radius of 50 kilometers of the man, denies the existence of a human pencil sharpener. An odd thing when one considers that they all embrace Eddie, the human stapler, as their hero in their staples days. The man starts to put his fingernails to good use, while still soaking his tired feet in a mixture of water and salt. Tired because of his favor for the Italians. I mean we can all agree that pencils from Italy are the real deal, the hard nuts to crack, the stuffed trumpets to blow or even the runny noses to catch up with. Bottom line: those Italians know what they’re doing down in that boot of theirs.
The man is still going at those pencils from South-Greenland, but he won’t be for long, because something is about to happen. “Finally finished those nasty little buggers. Off to me cats again.†The man retires into his attic to treat himself to a big-eyed special. His cats never ceased to amaze him and yet he couldn’t help but long for a goldfish. Of course he didn’t go to a pet store to buy one, don’t be silly. If a man has cats, he sticks with them until the bitter end. That’s one of the laws of physics you know (possibly number 42). A knock on the door. Just one sound, but it scared the cats. “Hmpf, stay here my pretties, I’ll go and have a little look see.†His voice was like that of a man kicked square in the groin. Probably to ease the cats’ minds. The man reached for the doorknob and shortly after opened the door itself. The streets were strangely quiet and there was no “knocker†to be found. He did not close the door though. He looked a bit more further down the road and saw a blurry figure coming his way. It came closer and closer it came still. Even more so thereafter. “Kind, uhm…, kind person. Could you tell me what business you have ‘round these parts of town?†The man asked to the U.E.O.* which sort of resembled the shape of a human being. The vague blob stopped. Suddenly it splits up into three bigger things. It were his cats, yet they were all red. “!?†The man shouted “exclamation mark†and “question markâ€, but that most definitely didn’t stop the three big cats from approaching their owner. As startled as the man was, he did manage to knock on his own door. It frightened the huge cats and gave the man just enough time to run away like cops run to a jelly donut factory. In the nick of time he got away, but in the heat of the moment his spectacles had fallen off. Now a nearly blind man was roaming through Affinger Street shouting “My cats are attacking me, I need my spectacles and a pair of eyeglasses to go with that!â€
What a sight that must’ve been for the people down in Affinger Street. Not much of a sight I tell you. Thing is that this particular man is really God trying to make sense of his creation. A rather odd way of doing so, but hiring some cats, renting an entire street and trying to sharpen pencils with toe and fingernails is just one of many things God does to show himself that there are more bizarre things than planet earth.
Next stop, how father time created a subjective concept.
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*UEO = Unidentified Eartbound Object
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I'm from The Netherlands you see and I would appreciate it, when you've read it of course, if y'all would put up some remarks of anykind.
Praise is always welcome too, don't forget that:laughing: