The basketball in the pond.

Hark! O’er yonder hill! There is a pond! A pond! A pond with sludge!

Sang the children.

But not billy pep. For billy pep was mute. This did not please his teatures. They would poke and prod use behavioral modification. But to no avail. He just sat by the pond, and
Didn’t sing and didn’t sing. And didn’t sing.

One day, one beautiful, blue day, he was sitting in a basketball court, and a basketball bludgeoned him on the head. He arose, shouted for joy, picked up the basketball and threw it in the pond with the sludge.

Then he cried:

“and lo, I speak oh joyous day. It has bean many a year that I have gone without a word!”

and thus little billy pep learned to talk.



new stories later. i might also publish some old notebooks (maybe as far back as 2003)