The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Finicky Fin Fin of Maple Street

There once was a lady and her name was Finicky Fin. She dressed like a lady that was peculiar to daily wear nearly the same style and outfit.  She was pretty in her own accord but she tasted her tea with a brush of toothbrushing in her mouth.  It was a beautiful life and Finicky was blessed with many friends.  But Finicky was unhappy and her smile faultered.  She lived a beautiful life and she danced in a bedroom that was beautiful.  But that said, Finicky just did not like her home on Maple Street.  She thought that Elm Street might be a better place and she planned to move there some time.  But Elm Street was an angry place and people who lived on Elm Street really did not talk to one another.  There were also sometimes guns and knives in the homes of the people on Elm Street and they all liked to watch Letterman's show late at night.  I missed Finicky but she really was not too smart in one accord.  Finicky was always in our day when she came to the shop to have a cup of tea in the morning, but she never wore a cape on her back.  That was no big deal because most people dont think about capes at all.  But the thing is that everyone else in the coffee and tea shop liked to wear capes and Finicky just simply refused to accept their culture.  She was a bright girl and she had teeth that shone like gems in the bermuda sunlight.  But that is not her problem.  She didn't get noticed because the people who wore capes were all so used to one another that a capeless visitor was not noticed, but thats where Finicky missed the beat.  She one day spilled her tea on her friends cape and her friend noticed that day that Finicky did not have a cape and thought that Finicky hated capes.  Finicky was asked to leave the coffee and tea shop and never come back.  So the moral of the story is that even though you don't like to partipate in the culture at hand, you must realize that you might be destroyed if you destroy that culture in the minds of the people who do like that culture.  Finicky never got to move to Elm Street and she lingered on in her home on Maple Street for the rest of her days.  But that was ok and she was happy but where was her cape?

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