It’s good to be in the Evantonian Sanctuary.
Behind the walls.
As I look out of my cottage door,
I see the dock pointing to the lake.
Something is bothering me—
I’m not really sure why I’m here.
All I remember is my dream.
I’m going to pay a lot of attention to the past now.
I’m going to remember what I can remember.
The grass is green.
The lake has whitecaps.
I think I’m safe.
Miss Nurse and Doctor Armapple are my best friends ever.
Miss Nurse said my recuperative sleep was over.
It lasted a month which isn’t unusual.
It was a nice, healthful, programmed sleep, she said.
She is great. She always wears pink.
And it was a great sleep.
I remember parts of a dream I had.
I’m going to write it down.
I remember a town.
It’s name was Linkyshire.
I think that’s a great name for a town.
The sun is raining in through my window.
I feel greatly refreshed.
Today is going to be great.
It is Badminton Day.
After breakfast,
I’m going to prove to the badminton judges
just how good I am.
Lately, I’ve been afraid of crackers.
You know, they’re very dry,
dryer than they need to be.
Whenever I see a pack of crackers,
in my living room,
in my bedroom,
in my bathroom,
I get nervous.
Why are there so many crackers around?
Why is it that when I’m afraid of them,
they appear?
Maybe its moths.
I dont know, just guessing.
The Librarians from Evantonian came to our library today.
They parked a big white truck in the no parking zone.
Each one of their librarians wore a big grin as they entered our library.
The noise level rose as they came out.
I could actually hear the Library like it was an electronic aria.
And although it was far, far away
I could hear the electronic aria from the Evantonian Library.
Impressed by all the weird loveliness, I started the walk home,
The two electronic arias in my head.
The sound was not at all irritating;
in fact, it was soothing and trance-like.
Everyone in Linkyshire was walking home.
The whole town was sleep-walking
because of what the Evantonian librarians did.
When I got home I was so happy I went to sleep in it.
This was the second odd experience in a fortnight.
For some reason,
members of the LPD (Linkyshire Police Department) have taken jobs in town.
For instance, Harmon, the night patrol guy, is working as a dishwasher.
Reports indicate they all met by the fountain two nights ago
and threw their hand guns into the water.
I went to check and sure enough
there was a pile of them there
rusting away.
Evantonian truck traffic has increased.
The positive is that the sirens don’t wake me up in the middle of the night.
I appreciate that.
Observe the fly on a door frame.
Grab a stiff envelope.
Walk by the fly as if nothing is going to happen.
Once past the fly and out of sight,
turn,
and slap the envelope against the fly’s position.
Observe the fly on the floor in the next room.
I do yoga to ‘Street Fighting Man.’
I am pretty good at eating an orange.
I am very opinionated although I do not care about too many things.
I prefer cool, cloudy weather.
Drinking tea is nice.
I’m President of the Lazyites Club.
If you want to meet me hang out at the Linkyshire coffee shop.
Or summer as it is sometimes called,
Is coming again.
I am not looking forward to it.
The other day, a big ugly fly banged into my head.
Annoying, and just like fly season.
Iceland sounds better.
I think I’ll go there this summer.
I heard this on the TV the other day on the local Linkyshire station. I think Mayor Armapple was interviewing a resident psychiatrist… It was stated with sincerity. I thought I’d pass it along to you.
