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,
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
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.