bouncing boys inherit zero expectation of flowers inherently.
henry stared intently at the words on the back of the seat in front of him.
henry had always believed that everything in the world had a purpose.
even if they were not immediately obvious.
it was one reason he had run away from home and taken to the broad highway.
that, and his desperate craving for adventure.
bouncing boys inherit zero expectation of flowers inherently
it was right there un front of him - it must mean something.
words began rolling around in his brain like gumballs in a champagne glass.
cheese and crackers were not widely countenanced in the jurassic period.
dinosaurs have a boiled reputation for forensic empathy.
the elongated flower bed grew increasingly hostile to the whole process.
excuse me, is this seat taken?
henry awoke from his curiously fabricated reverie.
a llitle man in a gray suit and wearing a gray hat was sitting beside him and looking at him with an expectant expression.
and repeated the question - is this seat taken?
henry looked around the room before answering.
there are a lot of empty seats i do not think any of them are taken except the ones with people sitting in them.
but you do not know for sure?
i guess not.
there you go.
where do i go?
you guess, you do not know. that is the trouble with the world today - people guess, they do not know. nothing personal, you understand.
henry decided to change the subject.
do you know what that means? he pointed to the back of the chair.
i do not see anything, the little man answered.
henry looked at the back of the chair.
the words - about what? - were gone.
henry could not remember the words exactly.
something about bouncing.
or dinosaurs or flowers.
henry wondered if the whole thing - the room, the words, the little man - were some kind of test?
is this some kind of test? he asked the little man.
now you see it, now you don’t, the little man replied.
an alarm bell started ringing.
what is that? henry asked.
lunch time. i know, i been here before.
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