i wrote this over several days past. i do not know if i have finished it or not or if it will end up in the round file. It is one of my few attempts to create something in the “farcical” genre of writing. i just wanted to share it this morning.
Romulus Stevenson saw the light. The light was a gleam over the horizon, nothing more. He heard the muffled boom, boom, boom. He could not discern from whence it came. He laughed into the wind and wondered how his horse was doing on the farm now surrounded by housing developments.
Moby Dick was not a whale of a lot better off. He waited with Romulus and the wolf beside him (or was he a wolf, too?) as the sun hid below the horizon but near enough to see the horizon and shoot a falling star with the sextant old Romy’s mama had given him for his first birthday, along with the horse, of course.
From deep in the woods came the observation from Midnight the Cat that it was “Nice” in the falsetto voice while someone, perhaps Andy, demanded in a deep bass voice of Froggy (in the pond, of course) “Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy,” which he did, and in his deep gravelly voice would emit the salutation, “Hi ‘ya, kids, hi ‘ya!” Or was that Andy Devine on the horse he rode in on with Wild Bill Hickok, and Andy was Jingles, and just exactly who was the side kick? Or was it Red Ryder’s Little Beaver who outshone Jay Silverheels who was more to like Tonto than Johnny Depp, and Clayton Moore showed who actually wore that mask and shot with the silver bullet. Or was that a train?
And was Phineas T. Bluster really Spiro Agnew hiding as a puppet. Now he would be a pocket of sanity in politics compared to the 21st Century, but no in these woods where a ship lies off the coast and Romulus wonders about the light just beyond the horizon he can’t see. The horse surrounded by newly sprung ticky-tacky houses all in rows, neighed in sadness. The boom, boom, boom was another war to wipe out people, not countries, or fireworks to celebrate something that needed some respect from those who did not see the falling star like Moby, Romulus, and wolf saw before they shot it with a sextant.
Andy’s gang lived in reruns if one could find them along with Roy and Trigger and Bullet, Dale, and of course Nelly Belle without Pat Buttram who had run away with Gene and Champion while the many masks of the Lone Ranger rode away with only one and it was Jay Silverheels’ Tonto whom he had met in The Philosopher’s Club in San Franciso.
If only it was just a dream…