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Excuse me please can you tell me where to find the map? You see I was using my GPS on my car inbuilt computer screen and somehow, I touched the wrong button and my navigation screwed up. The left doesn’t coordinate well with the right and the center has to contend with the left and the right and every day, they have a terrible fight.  

The morning starts off with a bang with cocks and hens flying around the den, digging up dirt's and throwing it at each other while the eagle watches patiently in delight.  

The commotion continues around the den while the frightened dogs and cats watch from behind as the rooster jumps on the track and tries to attack the hen with an axe but it was too weak to overpower the hen and so the eagle flew from the fence and peck the flabbergasted rooster’s in its face and drive it through the gate and it never returned again. 

 This fight has been going on for too long, with dogs, cats, goats, roosters, lion and hens. Everyone wants to take control of the lion’s den with a cock and bull story and a sordid message from glory; they scream and shout and they walk aimlessly about, they try to control the pitch with an animal from the ditch but the eagle was right on time to get them off the line.  

The heat is raging havoc in my stomach and the humidity is flying around in the skies, the mothers are walking around the yard with babies in strollers singing little lullabies, they too are feeling the heat and moving in a rhythm that is hard to compete. 

The Orchestra is waiting in the wings with the big band on the set they have been practicing for the last four years for the moment to come alive to share in the wonderful surprise, the performers soaked with sweat and are waiting on their cue for that long await miracle to come through. 

Strange faces drawn on the wall with a cartoon man holding a deceptive pencil that is so tall, it is bigger than him and its larger than life; he must have paid a painful sacrifice; longevity, productivity, that is the symbol I have read. I don’t know if he is alive or dead, he looks more like the organizer of these woeful events. 

The curiosity is almost over and mystery is known; the question that has been floating around in your head is buried among the dead and the organizer of ignorance is staring you in the face and throwing stones all over the place but I have already won the fifth race, and I want all of you out of the place. Excuse me please!
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