An english teacher and his student walked down the streets of Roma. I have no idea where that is, but the teacher and the student apparently did, for on their walk they met a kid on one of those dusty back alley streets on their way to get perogies from Sloskic woman over at Narimskay 46. The kid was minding his own business, like all kids on dusty streets do, when the teacher and student asked for directions to Mrs. Sloskic's kitchen.
"Leave me be," said the kid, "For I am building castles with the dust of this road, and you are interrupting my progress."
Well they let him be and continued on.
The student was a little concerned since the place they had to go, Narimskav 46, which did not sound like it should be in Roma and said thus to the teacher.
"You are right, " the wise teacher replied. "I think it's in Ukraine." To which the student replied, "Ah, don't you think we're going a little too far for perogies? Where is Ukraine anyways?"
"Somewhere in the USSR or States," the teacher replied absently, for perogies were out of his mind, and in came watermelons as they passed a shop window brimming with watermelons. Lost in thought of how to get to the USSR or the States, the student did not notice the teacher walk sides into the watermelon shop.
The student was not sure how to communicate this to his teacher, and so lost in thought was he that he did not see the sitting painter at his feet, and tripped over the fellow's out-stretched legs, tripped started running head down body forward into a gaggle of a rather splendid group of sophisticated gentlemen who had at hand a changeling trickster whose attempts to rob them went down rather poorly. At last minute diversion, the student twirled on his heels and found himself standing in front of a hat shop.
What luck, he thought. A hat shop, he thought sarcastically. Oh joys, what wonders...pooey on hatshops, he added on and with that he stuck his hands in his pockets realizing at the same time the teacher was no where to be seen. Tomorrow, I will have to find him, I suppose. We need to figure out what poet or playwright will create a play about a god who got lost in a bathroom.
The student snickered. It was a rather ridiculous idea for a play, but his teacher had had a dream about a god lost in a bathroom and thought it extraordinary that such a dream would come from such a head as his. With that though still turning in his brain, the student headed towards the docks, towards the ship that....
I started out with the intent to write in everyone's suggestion, but it's getting later, and well, I think I'll tackle it another day. It was actually interesting to see what I could pull out of my hat.
ReplyDeletewell I see where the epic family of mice is coming in. ARe they going to be seafarers?
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