Story Go Round 02/12/2002, round 2, #3


Opening a plane door mid-flight, tricky. Opening a diaper post-poopy, smelly. Opening an old scab, pus-y ouchouch. Opening a performance midweek, not smart. Opening an acute angle, really easy.

Angus cataloged and evaluated today's events. His shrink motioned to the chair but gestured openly - a tactical error. Angus'es old bull fighting ways took over and he charged, head lowered, horns blaring. Straight into the red couch. Heinous offense, his shrink though, springing up. Maud bought that couch. Tears slithered down the deep furrows of his face and into his shirt. Angus bellowed "my father never loved me" and finally reached breakthrough. No more harmful random acts. He was a new bull.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange; Eileen is green