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If you’re going to tell a story about the world that was lost, you’ll most likely start it with “In the old times, when trees was slow as treacle…” But our trees wasn’t like that at all. Our trees was fast as a whip.
The odds was always fearful and we come close to losing every time, but at the last moment we would always make it good by some trick or other.
So I did what fools always have done since time was time, which is I pissed in my own milk and then complained about the taste of it.
She give a sigh. Then she said, “Oh!” like some other idea just come to her, and I got to hoping she did have a laser beam after all. But it was not that. “I just thought about that word ‘happily’, Cody-bou. Do you think maybe making people ‘happy’ is important too, even if you can’t shoot holes in them? How weird! That would mean I wasn’t ‘only’ an entertainment console and you were ‘only’ a stupid, selfish dope.”
I think she enjoyed telling it to me. She forgot about how bad things was for us for a while, and I guess I did too. It never stops amazing me how a story can deliver you out of your own self, even in the worst of times.
