Prologue Chapter Two

Whoopie stayed there counting all the white people leaving while flatulantly writing a letter to the Israeli people, denying their right to exist and denying the holocaust happenings and carboned a copy and a speech for the Irish-denying that they too were slaves and that slavery was a black thing like music and collard greens and chicken and sports and dancing and oppression. RufePal gathered in all the parading colors while following the motley pack. It saw a group of non eighteen year olds asking it's mind by telepathy to be interacted with and decided it was time to stretch-Flamboyantly and with a great cavalcade of remarks and pomp twerked the buttocks and creamy hamstrings into a loosey goosey noodle of fitness. Agape was the confused Sky mixed with impending darkness and a peeping dandelion Sun, like a spoiled oyster yolking for an omen. Speaking of Men, Rufe had no time for educational "Leftist" philanthropy, there were men to chase, plus that evil woman Penney, who had no business being a woman, no one did and everyone should then become as such and eclipse them who life identified as such out of existence. She did not wear her gauche outfit half as provocatively as "RufeeHoneyQueen" would, it thought with seething hate. I don't have a storybook anyway, so "the tutelage will have to wait" ! Gus led his little company through backlots and churches and headed them all towards the Bruce Springsteen Mall. The shops had chairs so they would be able to rest a minute before running by Spencer's Gifts to see if that magic kit was still on sale, "no one had to know, it was on the way to where they would be screaming for their lives, anyway, plus the clerk always wore her top with extra buttons undone, perhaps he could cop a view".