That Which Cannot Be Explained

Chapter 2: Hungry for Work, Work for the Hungry

A SINGLE MANGO ROLLED DOWN the busy streets of the not busy city. It had a sort of bouncy bounce to its bounce-like bounce when it bounced down the graveled pavement. A street sweeper who swept the streets was sweeping these very streets when he happened to sweep this single mango off the streets and onto a cabbage patch that was randomly in the alley beside a pencil sharpener's house. Now, if you are wondering, "What is a pencil sharpener?" you are not smart, but dumb. A pencil sharpener is a person. A person sharp at pencil sharpening. This dull pencil sharpener, unaware of this single mango, chucked an old Venus fly trap he no longer felt attracted to into this very cabbage patch. This Venus fly trap was quite hungry, for his owner, the pencil sharpener, fed him not. A fly named Venus the Fly landed himself onto this single mango. He was returning from his long-needed vacation and discovered this single mango to be an adequate stop to lunch on. But remember, who was also hungry?

And so, Venus the Fly, who was lunching on this single mango who rolled itself down the busy streets by a street sweeper landing onto a cabbage patch in the alley beside a pencil sharpener's house was swallowed whole by this Venus fly trap who was chucked by his owner: the pencil sharpener; and with Venus the Fly, this single mango was swallowed, as well. All this normality was eyed upon by the eyes of the young fellow outside the window of the rusted vehicle as it turned the corner.

"Oh, wow," said the young fellow as he slouched back down to take a quick nap.

The driver of the rusted vehicle drove the young fellow around the city for minutes and minutes. Those minutes did indeed soon become hours. This whole time, the young fellow had remained silent, except for the occasional snore here and there. Eventually, the young fellow woke up to the sudden stop of the rusted vehicle. He looked out the window to discover where he was. And where he was, was where he is. The young fellow did not leave the rusted vehicle. He only wiped the crusty eye booger from out the corners of his eyes. The driver grunted in a hurry-it-up manner but was fed up.

"Jus gut oot!"

"Oh, is this stop mine?" he replied with some snark.

The young fellow quickly got himself up and out of the rusted vehicle. The driver slowly rolled down his window and handed the young fellow an envelope. The young fellow recognized it, hesitated, and proceeded to take it. In it was the invitation he had received days earlier. As he folded the envelope, he noticed the writing on the back: "OPPORTUNITY". He stared at those words as the driver drove the rusted vehicle far away from sight. He gripped the envelope tighter and tighter almost tearing it. His eyes began to twitch. Suddenly, he got a hold of himself and shoved the envelope in his pocket. He wiped his sweaty brow and realized he was still holding onto the cup from the meeting room. He looked at the bottom of it and saw the shape once more. However, this time it looked more like the letter "l".

"I need some water-fire."

Conveniently, he was standing outside of a sketchy, run-down diner that specialized in what he craved most: water-fire. So, the young fellow shuffled his way inside this sketchy, run-down diner—and what a time to have done so!

"What a time, indeed! Might must just mean it's miserable "Mush Minute". Well, wax my ears!"

"Youthful sir, "Mush Minute" it be. Go wait. I mean...please," commanded a diner worker rudely and with a monotone voice.

"Uh, but of course, as you sputter!" the young fellow replied politely as youthful sirs ought.

The young fellow sat himself down on a seat for sitting and looked around the trashy place he was and is in. He noticed that an old couple that he found to be admirable, though they be all wrinkly. Looking around some more, the young fellow people watched. He discovered there to be a father swinging his daughter around while waiting to be waited upon. A warm feeling came upon the heart of the young fellow. It seemed to him that this very thing he looked upon was a thing that he much desired, indeed. "Family," he thought as he smiled at the wonderful relationship he gazed upon, though they be poorly dressed. The young fellow was distracted by a loud KLANC followed by a louder URMP. Maybe a dish fell on a foot.