[My own web site and Facebook Supreme tell me I posted this two years ago. I have no memory of it whatsoever. So, I guess that memory was also confiscated by the Police.]
It was not a day like any other day, so I suppose it did not start like any other day. I don’t know.
However the day started, it did not end well. It did not go well. It ceased being well half way through.
Half way through the day that did not end well, on the street that leads to the Causeway that crosses the Bay that leads to the street that takes you into the heart of the city, the police pulled over the dump truck of delights.
One police car with flashing lights approached the dump truck of delights and pulled it to the side of the road and parked behind it with its lights still flashing and . . .
Well, that was it.
The dump truck, painted a utilitarian grey with a rusty dump covered in a tied-down tarpaulin, was stopped.
Halted.
Pulled to the side of the road by the black-and-white police car with its flashing blue-and-red-and- white lights flashing dully off the dull dump truck.
Far enough!
End of line!
Turn off the engine!
Chock the wheels!
And that was that. In sight of the city proper. So near and yet so far. Over the Causeway was the forbidden land. Do Not Enter!
For the Dump Truck of Delights would rouse the populace and inflame the imagination and loosen too too many tethers.
There were unicorns, of course, in the Dump Truck of Delights.
And Spheres with moons and stars whizzing around them.
And rabbit holes to disappear into.
And cotton candy, floating floating floating like clouds.
And real clouds coloured like cotton candy.
And the Tree of Knowledge weighted down with fruit.
And angels and seraphim with trumpets and harps and chubby cherubim with big brass drums.
And the joys of the flesh and the hopes of the soul.
And the biggest, the widest, the firmest beds where anyone, anywhere, ever eased off into sleep.
There were warming winds.
There were cooling breezes.
The food and drink were – well – beyond description.
So – of course – the police were instructed to stop the Dump Truck of Delights, and keep such pleasure and peace from the people. To make sure it would not cross the Causeway and disrupt the commerce of the city.
Besides – the driver had no permit to transport unicorns.
DE UEL
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