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Once when we were on a bus between some cities we discussed the thingsthat happened in their early years. Their youngest time was spent alonewhile living with an uncle only half remaining from a foreign war. Hisupper half was wel enough, but in the pants between his cuffs where hiszipper stopped, his legs were gone. And so he rolled around on wheels,self sufficient in a peeling little house he could not paint again. But itwas spotless to the point of two feet above the floor and warmth was inhis laugh and in his smiling face. The people that they met were few andmight have been disturbed by two who looked so strange, but they were notaware. For living with their stumpy uncle, who was unconcerned andrumpled, made them see things differently. They thought that we were puttogether randomly, just like the weather, with no uniformity in mind. Butthat vision only lasted for a while until he passed away and they weresent off to a home. The children there did not have parents, were allalike and always staring, as they sat on chairs above the ground. So theycried and then with drew fromhose that shouted, laughed and who were meanbecause of suffering inside. Once alone they heard some children shoutingthat a car had killed one of their pets out in the road ahead. As theyapproached the fallen body, blood appeared and then they saw a leg thathad been torn away somehow. So they kneeled upon the ground and lifted upthe leg they found and wedged it gently just below the spot where boththeir shoulders joined together. Then the sun, which had been setting,winked and for a moment all was dark. And when the sun returned abovethem, no one laughed and made fun of them, for the dog was licking at thejoint, barking loud and resurrected and causing them to be respected bythose who had avoided them before.--------------------------------------------------------------------------
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