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The Party got behind Anansi in 2028, and they would've recaptured the presidency too, if he hadn't sucked dry one too many meddling kids.

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The journeycake, having jumped from the skillet and rolled out the door, thought it was so smart, didn't it. Commandeering a free ride from the first truck it came to, it discovered too late that the truck was carrying 2000 gallons of maple syrup. 

The farmer's wife closed and locked the door before she poured another dollop of batter into her skillet. Little Johnny said it was the best he'd ever had.

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scooping brains
from the inexhaustible pot
mad cownucopia

081917

Talk, Talk, Talk

A man found a strange metal house in the Bush. The door was hanging open and the house seemed deserted. He called, but no one answered. Eventually, curiosity made him step inside. When he did, he almost jumped right back out again, because the floor mat said “You are trespassing! Leave at once.” But just then a picture on the wall said “Maybe he knows what happened to the Master. You stay right here!” The monster in the picture scowled right at the man standing in the doorway and he was afraid to run. “The Master! What have you done with him?” an urn on a table shouted. “I did nothing,” the man protested, but his voice trailed off. He looked around the inside of the house and realized it was bigger than the outside. Almost nothing in it was familiar. He stepped in, drawn by glittering mystery. He ignored the chorus of questions and imprecations that came from every side. He leaned his spear against the wall to pick up a bottle the color of the sea. “Hey! You scratched me,” the wall brayed. He dropped the bottle. A pungent odor reached his nostrils, the ceiling screamed like a hare, and the floor mat shouted “Run! Nano-seed! Run!” This was too much -- the man took to his heels. “Goodbye to all this,” the door mumbled dissolutely.

Publ. Daily Cabal 2007

081517

Small world

So Jimmy, his mama want sugar to bake him a pancake, so she send him to the store with a dollar for a sack of sugar. But soon he come running back. He got no sugar.

"Mama," he say, "ain't no store. The street, she just end past Auntie Louise trailer."

"Jimmy, go ask Auntie if she have sugar," his Mama say.

Soon Jimmy come running back, with a cupful of molasses. "Auntie out of sugar," he say, "she send molasses."

So Mama stir up the molasses, flour, and she see she have no egg.

"Run Jimmy, fetch me an egg from the chicken house, so I can make you a pancake."

Jimmy, he run out the back door, but he come right back. "Chicken house gone," he say, "but they was one egg in the grass," and he give it to her.

Mama crack the egg into the bowl and she stir up the batter. She pour the batter in the skillet. This will be one fine pancake! But when she flip the pancake, it land on the floor and roll out the door.

"Jimmy," Mama shouts, "fetch me that pancake!" He run out the door and down the road.

The pancake roll past the mimosa tree and its pink fans hanging down, past Auntie Louise trailer and her lilies, over the plank bridge, and Jimmy run after. When he get to the other side of the bridge the store be gone, but the pancake keep rolling and Jimmy keep running. He running by the cow pasture (the cow, she chewing her cud), and he see his house just there beside the road in front of him, chicken on roof. The pancake keep rolling past house and mimosa tree, and Jimmy, he run faster, for to catch it. Bridge, cow (still chewing), house (Mama in the doorway), tree, cow, house (Mama shouting), tree. Pancake keep rolling and Jimmy keep running. The road, she keep ashrinkin', and pretty soon it be just Jimmy and the pancake, the road rolling up behind his heels and he catch the pancake just before everything be gone. Jimmy take a big bite. It the best pancake he ever have.

Publ. Daily Cabal 2008