Aunt Moldie's Head

Aunt Moldie knew there was something wrong with her head.  She stared at the brains soaring high in the sky and whispered to no one as they passed her by.  She'd been to more doctors than anyone could.  They tapped on her skull and said she was no good.

She whipped all her cream and behaved in a manner that made others think she was partly banana.  She shook when she knitted and loved tiny truffles.  Her clothing was tattered and cluttered with ruffles.  She talked like a kitten whose name was Meow Tiny and often got rubbed because she was so shiny.

But her head was just bad, there was no way around it.  She hammered it into concrete walls and slammed it into trees because she wanted to make it right.  But it never was.  Her head was always just all wrong and bad.  Aunt Moldie knew it and she knew everyone else knew it too.

One day she opened her head and looked inside.  Right there in the middle was a Merry Animal Train going 'round and 'round, making a loud puffing sound as it traveled up and down.  She called out to the engineer to see if he could hear her.  He smiled through his window and tossed her a bit of cheese.  As she nibbled on it, she decided to step inside and take a ride.  When she did, all the animals giggled with distanced oblivion.  The air was cool and breezy and she had an overall sensation of feeling quite pleased with her situation.

The train eventually stopped because it was blocked by the most marvelous buffet ever.  Aunt Moldie jumped off the train along with all the animals and everyone began feasting on the lovely delights.  Just as they finished there was a sudden and total blackout.  For a minute or two it seemed as if time stood still.

When the light returned, it revealed stacks upon stacks of gold, silver, diamonds and rubies.  A low booming voice from above said...

"Take.  Take each, for it is all yours."

That's all it took to prompt everyone to pack their pockets and purses with mighty gobs of treasures.  It seemed as if things couldn't get any better when all of a sudden bright colored lights began flashing to the beat of a very loud and happy song.

There was much merriment and dancing as everyone celebrated their newfound wealth.  But the merriment was short lived because while no one was watching Aunt Moldie's geriatric dog Shelf Top had jumped inside to join the festivities.

This was unfortunate because Shelf Top did not know how to act around others.  He frolicked this way and that, grabbing things with his teeth and randomly tossing them about.  His chaotic movements were not welcome.  It wasn't long before the other animals wrapped him up in paper mache strips and stashed him inside a cardboard box.

Meanwhile, Aunt Moldie wanted to escape from her head.  She was very concerned that she might not be able to bring Shelf Top back with her because the cardboard box was not where it originally was.  She tried to find a mirror that could bring back the three-dimensional shapes she was familiar with.  She jumped rope like a silly girl who was not very popular with other children.

A small Bingo Bear with a banjo walked into the spotlight and smiled at the cameras that appeared at his feet.  He smiled his best smile and the twinkle in his eye let everyone know he was just passing by.

As he walked away playing his best banjo licks, the thread in the real world kept playing with sticks.

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