The Sun’s dilemma

The Sun and I held hands as we walked around the lake.

The Sun said, “Nothing seems to be working out. I shine my light, things grow, but then they die. What’s the point?”

I said, “I don’t know. I’d rather not get into these deep things. Can’t we just enjoy our walk?”

The Sun said, “I’m sorry.”

We walked in silence for a while.

The Sun finally said, “Seriously, why should I even shine?”

I said, “Don’t shine then.

The Sun held its breath and its light went out. Everything was swallowed up in the pitch black. It got so cold that my teeth chattered and I began to shiver and shake.

The Sun breathed out and its light was back. The Sun put its arm around me, rubbing my back up and down vigorously to warm me up.

The Sun said, “I’m so sorry. Is this helping?”

I said, “Yes.”

Brooks’ well deserved day on the lake.

I lay on the air mattress on the lake. I looked up at the sky. The sky was smiling at me. A breeze lightly pushed me around the lake. Birds flew near me, singing beautiful melodies made up for my pleasure. A cloud was about to block the sunlight, then noticed me and said, “Oops, sorry. I’ll just go the other way.” A mermaid occasionally flew out of the water and did a flip in mid-air, calling out my name in ecstasy.

A fish stuck its head out of the water and said, “Not bad, my friend. The world seems to think you’re the special one.”

I said, “Yes. Finally. It’s about time.”

The fish said, “I wish I had that kind of support in my life.”

I said, “Well, if you try really hard to be your best self, and accept that you deserve goodness, then you too may be lucky enough to be like me.”

Just then, the fish and game warden came by in his motor-boat and scoped up the fish. He said, “I’m sorry, Brooks, that you had to endure the impudent fish. It won’t happen again. I have a grill on board my boat, and I’m going to cook up this fish with some delicious spices and a garnish and serve it to you for lunch.

I nodded a thanks to the warden. I let my hands dangle in the water. The water made me relax. I cupped water and sprinkled it on my chest and head, cooling me down. I smelled the fish being grilled and felt the excitement of anticipation in my stomach.

Sprite on time!

I was playing golf with my dog Rexy. Rexy was having a great game, and actually got a hole in one.

Me, I had a lot of swings that didn’t hit the ball, and when they did, the golf ball either went backwards, split open, or sailed up and killed a bird, or dented a plane.

By the 12th hole, I’d had it and was running the golf cart over and over my golf clubs that I’d strewn across the green in frustration.

My dog Rexy brought me a Sprite soda from the club house. I stopped the cart and got out and drank the Sprite. It was delicious!!

She tried

The dog wouldn’t stop barking. So I joined in.

The dog stopped barking for a moment, staring at me.

Then the dog joined back in.

A cat came by and tried to bark along with us, but it had a difficult time.

The dog and I barked a little slower, with annunciation, in order to help out the cat.

The cat struggled for a while to match our barks. But it only ever sounded like a rough-hewn meow.

Details of time spent with P.T. Barnum

I had an hour free and decided to take a ride in time-travel machine back to April 7, 1891, and the home of circus impresario P.T. Barnum. Barnum was on his death bed, surrounded by his family.

I introduced myself as from the future. Though Barnum was struggling to stay alive, he seemed thrilled by my visit. He asked me many questions about what lay in store for the world.

I told him about canned whipped cream. Barnum didn’t understand how that was possible. I reached into my knapsack and took out a can (I take a dozen with me wherever I go. They give me that get-up-and-go-feeling I need to accomplish my many beyond normal tasks.) Barnum shot whipped cream into his mouth, and for a few minutes he was able to get up out of bed, dance with his wife, and join everyone in singing a rousing, “‘Jennie, the Flower of Kildare.”