THE HUNGER GAMES
The Saga of Katniss Everdeen, Conflicted Killing Machine
The Saga of Katniss Everdeen, Conflicted Killing Machine
There is a steamboat in my head,
If you remove it, I’ll be dead,
So you had best just let it be,
While I dance with my manatee.
Long considered extinct by her former business associates, the crafty ichthyosaur bided her time well north of Greenland in an ice cave of her own clever design. One day she would emerge, declare her claim to be sole owner of the portfolio, and assume all rights and honors theretofore to be spoken of or entered into without comment. She chuckled in anticipation.
Crime fighting diplomats from Argentina stormed the barricades at a downtown construction site earlier today and ate lunch on a stack of girders. Pork inspectors passing by were unharmed. Film at 11.
Event coordinator Alice Blant paces the length of the vast hangar making one final inspection of the 1000 hammocks. Alignment and spacing? Check. Cords properly tense? Check. Pillows plumped and placed perfectly? Check. Fringe on each hammock hanging with nary a tangle? Check.
“All right, Blandings. Open the door!” shouts Alice Blant.
Blandings manipulates the control mechanism. The doors slide apart, allowing the massive wave of poets to surge in. Scrambling, fighting, and kicking, poets fling themselves helter and yon to claim hammocks. All is quiet in what amounts to no more than half a moment. The monthly meeting of the Recumbent Poets Society is well and truly under way, way being the lower case poet perched in a cherry picker high above the hammocks.
Nabby, as his closest insect friends called him, often partied until dawn with favored butterflies.
The marmot’s last stand was a small one on the outskirts of Delano. When traffic to buy the fruits and vegetables proved insufficient, the marmot gave up and swore never to work in retail again. And he didn’t. Instead, he became a sought after dental assistant. He was sought, but cleverly evaded capture by impersonating various wealthy industrialists.
Loon: Today I am proud and privileged to welcome to the 3 Question Interview the ghost of Mr. Peter Lorre. Welcome, Mr. Lorre. Did you spend much time bowling when you were alive?
Lorre’s ghost: Why are you saying that? I can’t stand it! You’re driving me mad!
Loon: All right. Let me approach from another angle. Did electricity play an important part in your upbringing?
Lorre’s ghost: Stop! Stop! It’s madness, I tell you, madness!
Loon: I’ll try something less controversial, perhaps. Were you an expert skier?
Lorre’s ghost: No! No! THE VOICES!!!! AAAAGGGGHHH!!!! (explodes)
It is almost impossible to catch a speedy invisible automobile even when one is a skillful dentist.
From Stuart Little, and truer words were never spoken.