Little men The young man stood in the looking room as it was called adequately named as it was situated over a vast horizon which lay a hilly landscape dotted with houses and sprinkled with trees. Lush and green was the man concern for this landscape it was not in the habit of being tarnished by dry grass and unfruitful trees. He had just woken up and was sipping his freshly ground Columbian beans and poached eggs which were also in the habit of not being to bitter and overly slushy for those delicious breakfast items though it not worthwhile to leave to leave a unsatisfied and disillusioned tasted in someone’s mouth these dishes had self-respect. The young man always appreciated foods who had high standard for he thought of himself as one who kept all his buttons done up and his shoes polished, one can always seem to remember how good they really are when one does really do come into contact with food’s of an uncouth nature obviously which have been raised in a poor family there taste always seems to drift away into a debased nature. As the young man looked over this Vast horizon he notice the fog gently drifting over from the mountains beyond and from the cracks beneath the roots of trees up through the branches, fox holes, the vast valleys with all its burrows the rocky stream and things of that nature found in such a place. Although it was already fogy he only seemed to notice the fog that was coming rather than the main constituency that was already there. The fog as it where always gently wafting being caught in the morning breeze sat gliding over the ground beneath being set free from its abode below and was traveling to a place more liberty and freedom for all those fogs had had just quite enough Of a dungeon of a little man’s head. The young man new of course that this fog wasn’t evaporated water as some believe but the excess of thoughts of the little men that lived underground who thought and thought and thought till there little heads could no longer keep their thoughts and their heads Popped Open! Like a balloon exploding or a party popper bursting into life at a children’s party. Then they made their way up from there little dwelling to the land above. He thought a good day would involve catching some of these little men and putting them into his “micro-men-converter” a machine made up of bottle tops and ice cream containers the young man was a pioneer in his field a prize winner in the field engineering and poppycock. He had study these little men for quite some time he had made it a hobby of his and had notice there excess of thoughts these little men had. He decided to harness these ingenious thoughts in his newly made machine so that it could turn them into little thought candy which he could snack on anytime he had the urge to go into magical land of someone else’s imagination and escape the longevity of his current existence. For he had grown dull of a life of food which thought for itself and where the doors decided to let you pass or not for they also had their own will in the young mans’ world nearly all objects had a will of their own deciding whether they would be a good object or not or rebel against their king Lord Physics and common sense who dwelt in the land of degrees and centimetres. Once the young man had made up his mind to catch one of the ghastly little men as he thought he then when about thinking of how on earth he was supposed to catch one for these little men were not the kind of beings to walk up into someone’s pre made trap lying beneath a bush or behind a rock, there was a reason why they had excess thoughts since their medium IQ tended to be over 1000 it was rare for them to be out witted. :”Bear traps” he murmured to himself no that’s far too rudimentary “maybe I could lure them out with some bubble gum and popping candy on the end of a stick” like a mule following a carrot. “They couldn’t possibly not fall for such an ingenious idea as that” he exclaimed to himself in outburst of laughter. As the ideas rushed through his mind epiphany after epiphany he decided that this was the most logical way of dealing with little men since the young man himself he was susceptible to such antics and presumed that little men would have the same fallible nature. After an early morning brunch of leftover steak that presumed it was the kingliest of all red meats proud and stoic he went on his way towards the horizon heading to the valley that lay beneath his looking room at. At once he was at luck nearly as soon as he took refuge under a canopy of a small bunch of trees he found a Rabbit borrow which allowed him to view into one of these little man’s dwellings. Although he could not see any of the little strange men he could hear their heads exploding and the ground beneath shook a little each time one of them over indulged in there overly developed imagination. “I’m the best, I’ve done it!” The young man thought of himself as he had found there dwelling he then set about preparing his trap of popping candy and bubble gum. He attached them to the end of his fishing rod which he had also brought like bait for a fish and placed it over the hole just dangling above like ripe apples hanging on a burdened branch looped over just about to snap. Once he had finished he waited in some near buy brush and waited to pounce. It was almost night before a little man had ventured up out of his little rabbit hole smoke only the best Tabaco one had ever snuffed. The young man had nearly lost all will power to stay any longer and was about to venture home for some potatoes who thought they were too good to be boiled were only ever prepared in assortment of herbs and sauces before being gently fried to a golden brown when one had popped up into the clearing of the canopy of trees. The young man could scarcely make out the little man who was but 40 cm tall for the light had grown dim and was inadequate to be gazing upon little creatures. From his position in the brush he was a mere 5 metres away and could make out the little man was a jet black all over from top to bottom with luminous round yellow eyes which seemed to beam a stream of light wherever they seemed to gaze. Their body was chunky and robust and was made up of small pebbles one would find at the bottom of a fast flowing creak where the gushing water had polished them in a smooth oval nature, they had legs, arms, torso and a head just like any other bipedal or young man as himself but there torso was much larger in comparison than the rest of the body parts it stuck out like a barrel. This particular little man also had a rice paddy hat one would find on a Asian man in the rice fields a strange choice of attire he thought. They young man just sat there watching the little man puffing on his Cig waiting till the little man caught a glimpse of his ingenious trap it was almost a failed outing the little black man with luminous eyes only saw that strange contraption just before he was about to re entre his underground residence he kind of tumbled as he walked from his small rock on which he sat. “Got you, you little shit!” The young man thought to himself stealthy waiting for the opportunity to strike. The little man approached the trap closely inspecting such a poorly made mechanism “only a complete and utter moron would fall for such a stupid trap” the little man’s thoughts. The thoughts he thought were beginning to muster in his wee little head flowing fast from one possibility to the next if he didn’t stop soon he would explode! Into a cloud of fog never to be seen again vanishing into a mist of nonexistence! The young man saw this for the little man had begun to glow all over the same luminous yellow as his round eyes pulsating more rapidly with each thought. Quickly he threw a small stone over to the other side of the clearing hitting a wild dog which gave a yelp and ran of into the forest beyond distracting the man from his dire state. Bewildered the little man still pulsating look round in amazement to where the dog had run off “what on earth just happened” the little man wondered (he had seemed to have lost all recollection of where he was). Stilled dazzled the little man hobbled around casting a yellow glow everywhere he occupied once again looking up to the poorly made trap, he now saw it in a fresh light not as an poorly made contraption but as a strange new plant that grows in his area for he really had lost his senses. At once as the little man reached for a piece of candy hanging from the rod the young man screamed in triumph “Haha you liitle douche bag!” as he yanked the rod up capturing the little man in his ingenious contraption. In his triumph the young man full of pride stepped out of the brush and into the clearing parade ding himself to allow the little man to take notice of him with an air of confidence he sat on the rock on which the little man sat to have his Cig and even having to the nerve to help himself to a puff of the little man’s Tabaco. “Let me go!” The little man screamed in a high pitched squeal “if YOU don’t let me go this instance there will be serious repercussions for your health and wellbeing! “Really!” the young man said as he chuckled to himself whilst taking another puff. ”Your Hanging above the ground Tangled in wire!” “Yes “ “Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes ye sye yesyesyesyeeyesyyes I wil yes il wil yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yes I will yew. I will inflict serious repercussions upon you, Hmmm how will I do such a thing? Maybe if I over stimulate his central nervous system it is said when this is done to humans they feel a sensation of pain Hmmmmm What method shall I use maybe a rock? Well it is a little brash but it will do the trick!” The little man seemed to have been caught in his thoughts again and was about to explode he was beginning to pulsate and glow yellow and on the verge of exploding. “What are you muttering? You little man”! The young man exclaimed as he slapped him with his free hand to help him out of his dire state. “I need you for my candy we can’t have you blowing up now “ Dazzled the little man lunged forward and tried to bite the young man but to no avail he was only making his situation worse by twisting the wire that was around him “OOOOooooooooo! Big boy!” the young man mocked “What are you anyway your such a quaint creature”. “I am a Tookenwook of the clan tush tush tush” replied the little man “Well does this Tookenwook of the clan of tush tush tush” have a name? As he thought what a ridiculous name it was and anyone with such a name really did deserve to be made into candy “eEE hmm“ the little man gathered himself with the little dignity he had left and let out the name “Bok Choy” “Well that explains the rice patty hat then doesn’t it, well Mr Bok Choy of the the Tush Tush Tush clan “would you do me the honour of being made into the finest Thought candy that ever existed!” With that The young man picked up his fishing rod flung it over his shoulder with the Little tookenwook Dangling behind him strode on his way home enjoying his remaining Tabaco. The young man enjoyed the Candy that he made and remembered that strange encounter with the Bok Choy the tookenwook from the clan of Tush Tush Tush every time he endulged himself with that delightfull Thought Candy. He kept the rice paddy hat as a memento on the corner of his mantle piece The End
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