How would God respond to making a mistake? Would planets collide or mountains slide into the sea? Or would the ledger of all life simply remain out kilter until a series of small events forced that ledger back into balance again? It's probably the l...
As for Syracke, the police were called again. (Of course, they were.) Catharine Huntington made sure a search was conducted. Unfortunately, the police found no trace of anyone who either barked or mooed. Although a few of Baltimore's most colorful inhabitants did growl a bit when they were disturbed that night, Syracke Fanner was not among them.
Oddly enough, Syracke was never hiding or even trying to hide. In fact, he was in Louie's Bookstore & Café all along. It's just that the confusion of the moment had rendered him temporarily invisible. Following the urgings of his sensitive nose, he succeeded in locating the source of the minty aroma. When the others had gathered around his mother, Syracke simply walked down the basement stairs to where the mint fragrance was strongest. He waded through the flooded basement where the mix of aromas must have been overpowering. But not to Syracke. All throughout the trash laden rooms, there were tens of thousands of minty toothpicks floating in the flooded space.
In the middle of that sloppy mess, Syracke Fanner sat down. He put a handful of soggy toothpicks to his nose and mooed with great pleasure.
Still clutching one of the nickels he had taken from his mother's hand, he inhaled again and disappeared into the ether of the universe – into the blank spaces where nothing really exists – not even the infinitesimal difference between the memorable and the forgotten.
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