Kippy My Lippie

There was a wise and well rounded fellow who liked to be called Kippy. His name was Kippy My Lippie and he found gold one day.  He was digging in a sandbox and out of the blue ten gold bars emerged.  I saw him stare at the sand for fifteen seconds before he realized how his entire life had changed.  Kippy was the funniest of our friends and he really wanted to be a kid.  He just realized that being a kid was the best state that a man could live.  I thought Kippy was brilliant.  He never forgot to draw a circle each morning with a different crayon each day.  Kippy might play with matchbox car and forget about all the terrible things that were going on outside of his agile day.   Kippy was so light headed in life that if you ever wanted to make Kippy smile, you just had to tell him a simple knock knock joke.  Kippy enjoyed playing with any toy he might find and even as he got older, he never even gave up his fascination with simple preschool toys like building blocks.   I just adored Kippy's gratuity and his earnestness.  But that day that Kippy was playing in the sandbox, Kippy aged one hundred years and then some.  The gold hit him in the heart and he just instantly forgot all the joys of life that he had known for some time.   I just sat mesmerized as Kippy lifted two bars of gold, and then buried them and sat on the sand box for the rest of the day, night and the entire morning to follow.  By morning, Kippy had realized he could not sit on the gold bars all day long and he needed to return to his house and get a meal.  But if he did so, someone might actually take all of the gold and he would have nothing anymore.  That was not going to work for Kippy.  So Kippy ran back home and built a pyramid to place over the sandbox.  Noone would know why it was there and Kippy imagined they would soon forget that there was even a sand box.  But that was not the end of this story.  Kippy later realized that he had to actualy play with the gold bars and found himself lifting up the pyramid and taking them out and stroking them with his fingers.  I think Kippy was masterful, but what I did not realize is that Kippy had simply found a new toy.  That was actually really fine as far as I thought, but then Kippy did the unreal.  He buried a gold bar in the basement of his home and build a pyramid over the site.  This was uncanny now.  Kippy was no longer a friend of mine and I resented his hiding the gold in a place that the sun would never shine upon.  I thought that Kippy was making more gold and happiness in his own life by burying more and more bars in his basement, but Kippy did not care.  He just did what he did and he seemed content.  That was fine.  I could think of Kippy though I did not want to spend time with him.  But then one day Kippy cemented the entire basement shut and the gold was never to be seen again.  This was a really weird move and I thought, great, hes not going to play with it and he doesnt really care that it could be used to buy more toys for himself.   He already had plenty of toys.  Kippy soon went back to playing with one of his toys, but then he threw all the others in the garage and never visited them anymore.   Kippy had a goldfish that wound up and played a Battle Hymn to the Republic of the Nation that Kippy enjoyed.  It was a neat toy, but that was the only toy that Kippy kept in his house.  I liked Kippy but now  I started to worry.  I can only say that I hope that Kippy rediscovers his rich world in the future. But that said, no harm was being done and I quickly forgot Kippy's interesting fascination with the gold fish wind up song player.  Kippy existed this way for months and I did not see him outside of the house.  I began to suspect that Kippy was thinking of all that gold that he had buried in his basement.  Now he would have to take a jackhammer and other things to get it out.  The cement covered the enterance to the basement and it woudl take the rest of his life if he wanted the gold again.  This was where Kippy went mad.  Kippy began throwing stones at the cemented entranceway to his basement.  It did not get the cement to move.  He tried to find a jackhammer but Kippy had no gold with which to purchase one.  I did not think that would harm Kippy and he grew tired of trying to get into the basement.  But then one day, Kippy tried to dig a hole from the outside of his house under his basement and to the gold bars. This was a genious idea, although tedious and made him very dirty and scratched and bruised.   Kippy was able to get three of the gold bars out and he went right away to his front yard where he played with the gold bar and stroked it again with his delicate fingers.  This looked quite scary actually becuase I knew that he would not just stop at 3.   He needed every gold bar and he was going to have to go back to digging.  That also was a problem because by now, Kippy was growing weary and tired and his arms were turning into jelly from the work. I thought that Kippy was ready to keel over but that was ok, I thought he would rest it all off.  That said, Kippy again started digging and brought up two more bars of gold.  This was fine.  He gave up from there on. 
The moral of the story is that Kippy lost all that he loved when he discovered a life of shiny pretty objects that had no real value as play things.  Kippy wanted a play thing, but a shiny object outshone the dull wooden blocks of yesterday.  I like Kippy a lot but I tell you this.  He never opened that garage door another day of his life.  I liked him so much and noone forgot Kippy.  Fame and Fortune were his glory.  He rose to stardom and he actually impressed the entire planet that he resided upon.  Kippy was never forgotten and dare I say, Kippy really looked good.  Kippy was a star among stars and his fortune shone like the stars in the sky.  Kippy always looked good, but one day poor Kippy stepped into the hole that he dug under his house and then he was stuck when he got his foot caught on a pipe in the basement he had dug up.  Kippy never returned to fame or fortune, but he really did live under the house for the next many years.   He was fed by a straw and he stared into the hole he had dug and forgot the money he once had in life.   Kippy was not unhappy but he would never be thought of in the same way.  Now he was a scary silly person who really did not do much to impress any person any more.  The gold that he dug up was found by a little gerbil and the gerbil dug a hold and buried it in the garden.  I never saw that gerbil again but noone ever saw the gold again either.   I think that this story would be ok if Kippy got help from someone else, but Kippy to this day is not ready to elicit the help of another person.  If Kippy gets better or not and gets out of the hole, I do not yet know.  I must say that I hope someday Kippy finds his toys again and is happy and well balanced.  His home is much different and all the gold is gone.  The basement is cemented shut and there is a hole under his foundation.  That is probably ok, but there is a fear that Kippy will not live to get out of the hole.  And if Kippy dies, who will be his friend tomorrow?