Monday, December 19, 2005

Ch. 2 - Cows and the French!

"To be lost is to be as one not yet found" - greek historian -

Angelina awoke to sound of an annoying blue bird outside of her window. Last night was somthing that she hoped she could forget. But the sight of three cows in trench coats stealing her '76 mustang 350 GTO was burned into her head. That is to say that the forth cow took a polaroid and than with the help of a cattle prod burned the photo to her head.

On a regular day she would just drive herself to work but this was no regular day. There was the small problem of not having a car. "Maybe I'll just call in sick today", she thought, as she headed to her large walk in closet. "I think that one day should give me plenty of time to get my "stang" back." This was all going through her head as she reached for and loaded her double barrelled sawed-off shotgun. "Those stupid cows are going to pay this time". Simply, she hadn't succeded in making them pay the last seven times, such as when they mowed the lawn to short one day, or the night that they danced all night on he roof in crudley made cloggs.

After dawning a rain coat and grabbing a bite to eat, Angelina left her home in search of the fiendish cows. Her search took her far and wide but nothing would prepare her for that which she was about to experience. It was about 5:34 in the evening as she journeyed through a wood she had never been in. The sun was quickly going down as she realized that her flashlight had French made batteries, and they were simply affraid of the dark. As she attempted to coax them out of hidding she became over confident with her knowledge of the surrounding wood, or just plain complacent or stupid. This resulted in her tripping over a slippery stone and falling over the edge of the very high bluff that she had been shortly before standing on. Branches and bramble slowed her fall, but her head struck a rotting oak trunk and she instantly was knocked unconscious.

7 comments:

Benjamin Crum said...

Nate, you're strange

Jonathan said...

i think i understand the symbollism of the slippery stone that caused angelina to fall: was it the painful memory of her poor father's addiction to the crack?

Anonymous said...

so what did greek historians do?

Benjamin Crum said...

Quite simple actually, the Greek researcher and storyteller Herodotus of Halicarnassus (c.480-c.429 BC), for example, described the expansion of the Achaemenid empire under its kings Cyrus the Great, Cambyses and Darius the Great, culminating in king Xerxes' expedition in 480 BC against the Greeks, which met with disaster in the naval engagement at Salamis and the battles at Plataea and Mycale. Herodotus' remarkable book also contains ethnographic descriptions of the peoples that the Persians have conquered, fairy tales, gossip, legends, and a very humanitarian morale. In short, they recorded history...

mom said...

Too bad Angelina didn't have the magic penny from chapter 1.

James Hogue said...

Does the 'BC' refer to the system of time knnown as "Before Crum", or some other outdated timekeeping system?

Nate said...

quite simply bc is "before cars"