A Man's Mind

Since I was Tom Thumbs petite little sister, the scientist used me to help deliver the info. from the volunteer mister, injecting me into Mr. Smith's ear canal, with the first door appearing pretty banal, it boasted a picture of a grizzly bear, opened it up and heard a bit of swear words, also thoughts alternating between sports, lust and making money, you were obviously feeling kind of ornery, had to close the door on those thoughts pretty quickly, because the testosterone fumes were literally overwhelming me... The second door had a picture of Winnie the Pooh, which I thought looked adorable and very cute, opened it up and took a peek inside, heard some awful and horrible whining, the mans thoughts were switching from thinking he had the 24 hour flu, to thinking he had a horrible disease and was literally dying, and not knowing if he needed a nurse or a hearse, I left the room baffled and got on with my research… The last room had a picture of Gentle Ben posted on it, peeked inside and it was all nice and quiet, his thoughts were all about pleasing his wife and kids and praying to God, there was no denying this room showed his intimate, tender side, before I knew it I heard some loud snoring, the man falling asleep from sheer exhaustion… Well I thought I'd better get back to the real world, as I slowly crawled back out of the ear canal, with my bag of his mixed emotions, of machoism, tenderness, humor, mr. fix it, mr. bread winner and some peter pan thrown in it.