Sometimes I feel like a magician who pulls a rabbit out of his hat. I wonder how many stories are hidden away inside my head. Maybe I'm the happy-faced clown at the three-ring circus who keeps pulling out those scarves, one at a time, while the crowd wonders if the supply will ever end. 1,242 in a row is a good start. Only 8,758 to go to reach 10,000 rabbits.
For those of you who would rather skip to the end of my life as a story teller, I will give you a sneak preview of what episode #10,000 will be like, approximately 23 years into the future. Odds are my mind will be slightly more warped than it is today, however, this clown will still be wearing his trademark "happy face" while pulling rabbits out of my hat and spinning plates on my nose. Drum roll, please...
Hey diddle diddle,
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.
Where did they go?
you want to know,
that little dish and her spoon,
they lassoed the moon,
and followed their dreams,
that little dish and her spoon.
Is this where it ends,
for the spoon in depends?
the little dog waiting above,
there's more stories to hone,
before he jumps over the moon.
Just give spoons his teeth,
and sit down beneath,
so he can smile at you,
now be a good sport,
and hear his 10,000th retort.
Hey diddle diddle,
The spoon with the riddle,
his mind jumped over the moon,
he has only one wish,
that's to stay with his dish,
until they lasso the moon.
Sorry folks. The fat lady isn't singing yet, although she's humming a few bars. Looks like the circus will go on. In case you didn't like today's blog, you can blame the younger me. I wrote this story twenty-three years ago, on January 20, 2013. That's how long it took me to pull this rabbit out of my hat. Only 25 years to go to reach one hundred years as a storyteller. Send in the clowns, please. And tell that sexy dish spinning on top of my nose I will always be here to catch her if she falls.
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