Sunday, 4 October 2009

CREATE A. FIND A METAPHOR

It had been an affair to remember, the union of two well off and respected families. the reception was held in one of the locals big, grassy back-yards. there was a band, and one by one everyone got up to dance. it turned out that septic pipes run underneath that lawn. The weight of dozens of guest bearing down was too much for the system, and the pipes burst. Raw sewage rose up through the grass. it began to cover everyones shoe. If anybody noticed they didnt say anything. The chanpange was flowing, the music continued. Untill finally a little boy said "it smells like shit" And suddenly everyone realized they were ankle deep in it.

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