Addendum by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie art
“What are we living for?” Cried the tiny beasts under the table… They gathered all of the burlap sacks that had been recycled, and they started to pull out all of the tattered books from inside one of the burlap sacks that the other beasts had collected. These somewhat larger beasts who lived in the taverns that were built right at the fault line of the large, jagged crack in the earth had gathered these books to be seen. The tiny beasts had been waiting for this burlap sack that was cinched up and gathered at the top with ribbon. The ribbon extended down each side and laced the homespun burlap sack together just so that it could carry these books to the tiny beasts and then onto the next community. The tiny beasts talked amongst themselves about the ribbons. One beast saw that the ribbon was pink, one beast saw that it was blue, and another beast saw that the ribbon was green. They saw that the first book that they grabbed out with their extremely long fingers with inlaid daggers had lettering on it, but they could not read it. They greedily lunged in and pulled out the next books, all with different types of lettering that they could not read. They all looked at each other in frustration as perspiration formed on their brows. One tiny beast opened the first book, and he saw a button, so he pushed the button. A recording of a voice started to speak and it stated, “The title of this book is…Wait! Don’t you know how to read? Please press the next button if you don’t know how to read but you would like to know the title of this book! Press the button labeled ‘number 2’. Wait! Do you know how to read numbers? If you do not know how to read numbers, then just press the next button under this button that you have already pressed!” The tiny beast looked puzzled but then pressed the next button as it lit up and buzzed. The tiny beast again heard the same voice, and it again announced, “Here is the title of book number one since you have decided that reading it is unthinkable…here it is, hand fed to you, or is it voice fed? The title is, ‘The Bag of the Old Hags-All of the Addendums to the Laws of the Playground That Becomes the Cemetery’ There are many addendums and if you can make one up in a jiffy it can be added in at any time, once it is approved. Please look at the other books! I assume that I need to help you to know what these titles are as well. Yes, I assume so…so, here are the other titles of the books in the burlap sack of dirt, muck and lace. Here I go! Here I say! Here I lay! “The title of book number two is called, ‘Cups of Withered Spoons’. Totally unusable but at least the long handle is visible. These spoons are made of number 3 steel, but they have withered away in their own cup of poison. Book number three is called, ‘Book number three’. with subheadings: The Table of the Unrighteous Deeds: Plan A. And The Table of the Righteous Deeds: Plan B. How will you ever decide which plan is the best for you? One is a little bumpy while the other is inexcusable but easily rendered. Book number four is called, ‘The Table of the Unrighteous, Righteous Dead: Plan C. Therefore, they became ‘The Table of the Chicken People: Plan D; because they didn’t know how to make a decision. They claimed and blamed their indecision on the dent in the bust of the pres-ervation of values. Book five is called, ‘Book Five’. Here we come back around to the end of Book one, claiming; you can’t always get whatever you desire… wait you can! with an addendum approved by anyone. Written by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
I wrote some of this about five years ago and then I added onto it today
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