I’m
not going to pretend you like poetry and write you a sonnet- I’m
not even sure what a sonnet is, honestly.
How
about a story, then?
Once,
and only
once,
a boy was born- I’m aware that there’s been plenty of
boys born, but this one was special. I wasn’t there for
it, I was too busy demanding food from my own parents, but I
imagine they saw him and thought holy
cow! How can anything be that skinny? and
then they rushed you off to the nearest starship, wondering if the
prophecy was true (a
day will come when a toothpick is born, and he will bring happiness
to the planet of ice and maple juice). But
there was some trouble with your passport, and you were delayed
nearly sixteen years.
Alright
that’s a bit of an exaggeration, you were probably fighting
space donkeys for at least
ten
of those years. But guess what? The border guards
couldn’t figure out what was wrong with your passports, so you
tried to sneak in- “For the beavers!” you probably
screamed. But your ship spun out of control and landed on
‘Merica, thus they thought the prophecy was ruined.
What
they didn’t realize was that this boy was born to type. He’d
sit there and type whatever came into his head, word after word- and
sometimes it wasn’t just words that came to his head, sometimes
it was something else entirely, and he’d type that down too.
And he kept typing until the words led him to whole new planet,
and he typed a tunnel from his world to the other. And guess
what? That world was full of typists just like him. People
busy creating their own world- people that were trying to make sense
of the words that pounded on their skulls, begging to be set free.
Little did he know that on this planet lived a girl from the
planet of ice and maple juice (and they became bestest friends, in
case you couldn't guess!).
Not
only did he bring happiness to the land of ice and maple juice, but
he also brought it to the land of typists, and it spread to their
worlds as well!
Thank
you, Hatt, for making me smile and laugh nearly every day. And
thank you for laughing with
me.
Happy
Birthday you lovable goof!
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