On my way to the mosque : part 2.

On my way to the mosque    episode two.

On my way to the mosque early at the peep of day, I saw the commando of famished cats routinely infringing upon the garbage cans' vulnerable proprieties ,wrapped up with consummating the food residues. One of them,a young kitten,probably on his first raid patrol, contented himself with contemplating the spectacular show gratuitously offered to its eyes,fainted from hunger,able to eat a horse. The garbage can stood there for him,like Mount Everest, arduous and even beyond the bound of possibility,to ascend. His piteous meows did not seem to indemnify his deprivation nor highlight his case among his fellows. Had he even resorted to the United Nations to expose his cause,he would have solely reaped promises.
The roaster as if he had rendezvoused with another distant one was picking his quotidien chant as though to jog his mate's memory . Meanwhile ,during the entr'acte he would scratch the earth for a living ...
Mr Hachmi,the ill-fated,hapless and down on his luck farmer,stood there engaged in having his up in years devoted donkey saddled. As he was doing so,he muttered imprecations under his breath,he and his beast alone could fathom. His intimate,confident ally did not show signs of concurring his master's abiding nagging, instead elected to shake head probably not to disapprove his owner but to chase the hordes of hefty flies that espoused to settle around his chewing mouth. He was wearing the same one- buttoned shabby coat that in his rush he even mistakenly buttoned up. He,nonetheless was clean in his person remarkably tall with long feet that looked as if they were bent outwards.Besides,he does not seem to comprehend why there is a zipper on his pants. He seldom takes the trouble to shut it off. This time he just greeted me back. He was probably in a hurry otherwise he would,without the faintest conscience-prick,inundate my ears with all the obscenity you could hear for years at once,clamoring his wrath,speechifying his insurmountable repulsion against the government which he pretends does not show any interest in the farmers ' plight .....

*** To be followed up in case you still find something in what I scribble...

*** Uncle Louheb.