Mango Tree Story
Boys present to us your shoulders!
Is this the boy?
(men with guns looking around)
This is our positioner. Guide.
Everything but generic young men.
Once, years ago, we came over.
Why don't you try this for a desert bed!
We are on your side.
This is the first time we have been told
that our father actually had
all ten of his fingers.
And that we had been to war for the first time.
It is good to be home again.
You are in some ways very lucky.
How are you Omar? So then about the job.
Yeah. Cool. We are all ears.
Only thing...so...the problem with the contract
is...to us it does not reflect the type of
spiritual energy that was brought to our
last encounter. Last Meeting. You know.
And instead of fixing that contract they
called us "Waffles." Can you believe it?!
For all of you, Yellowman Middle Eye
is going to be The Boss of this place!
A little bit broken maybe,
but we WILL take care of you.
Yo...Tinterin, Do you want to commit this
pit...annual nomad spot to any specified
requirements? Mighty Signup ~ you are mad!
Haha. Write your water well in,
including of course a host of handicaps.
(one week after)
Half dozen or so children huddled together
and giggled at something. Some foolishness.
Also, Sho thought the skirt of cousin June
Moon hung very odd around her waist.
And the make-do stitched underside obviously
had came apart along the edges.
I'm happy to leave this to a sewing expert,
Meiji the village lawyer said.
Sho, let's not forget you called us here to
see HD ocean waves on your laptop.
Young ladies, look over these things that finally
have found their way into our rural parts.
They should not be deemed too advanced or
too valuable for us.
(late that evening)
Foreign products...good night...sleep well...haha.
(next day)
Knowing these packages came,
Sessile evaluated a surgical mask. And muscles.
Sometimes, it seems the world makes no sense
at all. Diminishment meaning. Lack of clarity.
Still, we have comforts we're familiar with.
Violet, sitting behind two older and taller girls,
stared. Looked fixedly quizzical.
With also puzzlement on her face ~ eternal.
Someone should photograph Violet...
here and now!
Strong sun shadows changed and are different now...
as if nothing at all is going on.
June's mouth is open, as her eyes tightened.
Are you nodding out in the middle of the day?!
Just because Sho shut the laptop doesn't mean
we're done! I'm serious!!
Middle eye can hear fans screaming and a wear
whirling around in mind. Trying to excite you.
Young ladies, we exist on significant soil.
Battles may last longer than we want, but never
allow war to befriend you. In any way, what so ever.
Every night during when turning in,
you have a contract with Spirits Of Goodness.
Also, take advantage of your lack of privilege
and respect gratitude. Our kind of thankfulness.
So open the flat landscapes!
Grow with improved rights!
Into structures...with replacements.
You are all in spirit!
Queen Generals are Courage Exams.
Pushing against all fears. And noble cowardice.
We feel you should also value expertise that you
already possess,
including your developed human natures.
Then proceed not as supreme as the soil
underneath your feet. Sensing caring.
Never mind too deeply what you read in news
papers. Losing some amount of yourselves.
Give your own advice, only if you can be
impartial to all fresh new challenges.
With and without hurt feelings,
finely tuned divisions are crafty moving feet.
Praise that which is also infinite.
Traveling on each of your journeys,
your own all earth cultures caravan, circular
and back and forth,
we elders will never fail you.
These conditions are forever, while you are alive.
Permanent.
Because for any hour, with respect,
these somethings are our people's qualities.
Please also learn through our history.
We have suffered a wide span of different types
of impacts. Scouring hortensis.
Injuring whips slapping, chains tearing flesh
of long bent plump to thin legs.
Scarred and frightened bare feet.
Unfortunately, elder Angelique got broken
and never worshipped again every day.
And more often, with a peculiar intent and
steady gaze, only talked about natural environments.
Like for examples savannas next to gorilla
mountains. And marine life.
She thumbed through a dozen or so magazines
and was converted. Converted into an investigator,
but in reality, actually, mostly a strong enthusiast.
E.A. still accepted funerals and went to church
every Saturday morning.
Which meant also tracking the present day
environmental issues awareness of church members.
She said more than a few times,
"We all need to know about how climate change
is effecting earth's natural environments!"
Frequently appearing not so bogged down by
details of her chosen issues.
Her feet and ankles partly calloused to a hardness,
visually similar to dry weathered fleshy details
along hooves of old camels.
On the large patio next to the stained beige stucco
church, only overall physical material textures
were perceived as social boundaries
by Miss Angelique.
No hesitation whatsoever to walk up to any loose
family gathering to tighter condensed
cluster of church persons.
Somebody might say ~ What's up? or Can I help you?
When a physical circle could be cracked,
even facial lassitudes caused by desire for a little
privacy, Jesus and other related talks could
successfully be injected, for only a few minutes
at the most.
