lundi, août 07, 2006 One of my debate kids sent this to me. I fear I have infected them with nonsense.Recently too, I feel like I'm typing to a void. THE RED HERRING (George Macbeth) There was once a high wall, a bare wall. And against this wall, there was a ladder, a long ladder. And on the ground, under the ladder, there was a red herring. A dry red herring. And then a man came along. And in his hands (they were dirty hands) this man had a heavy hammer, A long nail( it was a sharp nail) and a ball of string A thick ball of string. All right. So the man climbed up. the ladder( right to the top) and knocked in the sharp nail; Splunk! Just like that. Right on top of the wall. The bare wall. Then, he dropped the hammer. It dropped right down to the ground. And onto the nail, he tied a piece of string, a long piece of string, and onto the string he tied the red herring. The dry red herring. And let it drop. And then he climbed down the ladder( right down to the bottom), picked up the hammer and also the ladder(which was pretty heavy) and went off. A long way off. And since then, the red herring, the dry red herring hung on the end of the string, which is quite a long string, has been very very slowly swinging and swinging to a stop. A full stop. I expect you wonder why I made up this story, such a simple story. Well, I did it just to annoy people. Serious people. And perhaps also to amuse children. Small children. [The Red Herring] |
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