failed humans

Failed humans The forest he traveled had many paths  there was always something new to see like a white tree that once wanted to be the tallest one in the forest, but hubris  had made it to lose barks and naked stand  He thought of Israel, this foreign plant  among tall coniferous  In the glade where rabbits sit to catch  the morning sun, a group of people had occupied their leader was an enormous  woman with fake blond hair, her man was hateful, suffering from stomach  ulcer for all slight received  when he  was a boy of nine, by his mother  there was also the tall man with three legs wore a jester hat and told jokes  There was nothing funny about him and his prop revolver, but he dreamed of going into show business  in the clearing sat a group of unshaven shopkeepers trying to sell dreams and stolen inventions, enticing big bears  with a bunch of carrots finally, under a bush sat three cooks  who failed the catering exam because they had overcooked Idaho potatoes  They were the result of a mad god's  attempted to create new humans on stolen land meant for olive trees and vines,  with a soil too dry for cabbage  In the afternoon, the failed humans had disappeared what was left, a carpet  of white butterflies and three frogs