consists not in blindly overlooking
but in seeing it and conquering it.
Another weird story by Robert Kingston
and Bob suddenly found themselves walking along a street. The reason it was a
sudden discovery was that before I wrote this story, they didn’t exist, and now
they do. It was a rather sudden and unnerving event for the three young men.
thing to go through their minds was a burning desire to get to a certain café.
It didn’t have to be a café, because it would make no difference to the story
if it was a restaurant, a pub, a zoo, or a flea circus. It just so happened
that a café was a convenient thing to go to, so that’s where they were headed.
The café (or
flea circus or whatever) was around the block of buildings. It was a rather
large block of buildings, in fact it had better be a café they were going to
because they would be worn out by the time they got there and want a drink. It
is a well-known
fact Theory that there is little to drink at a flea circus.
it happened, these three guys would quite appreciate a faster way to get to the
afore-mentioned café. In fact, they were feeling rather depressed about the
prospect of walking all the way there, only to need to come back eventually.
of a sudden, they had a vision of this café. Two things must be explained about
this statement. Firstly I must point out that this was not quite instantaneous,
so it was not “all of a sudden”. The second thing is that the vision was not
some amazing image that floated past their eyes; it was simply that they were
able to see it through a fence.
was reasonably high and made out of the sort of mesh that these sorts of fences
are generally made out of. On the other side of the fence was the sort of thing
that is common in movies, but much rarer in real life. There were numerous car
bodies and old bits of furniture littered in piles about the place. It was the
sort of place that chase sequences in movies are often set in. It was the place
where a sort of chase scene was about to be played out, but not in a movie.
other end of the wrecked car yard there was another fence, similar to the one
we already dealt with. Then there was a road, and on the other side of that,
there was the café.
ends, there were gates in the fence. And both of these gates were conveniently
who never looked a gift horse in the mouth (he couldn’t stand the bad breath),
opened the gate and walked through. He made it across the area and through the
next gate. Now, this must not be considered courageous, because as far as Bill
knew, there was no danger. It was simply ignorance.
not only ignorant; he was also illiterate. He could not read the sign on the
gate that said “Do not enter! If you do, it is at your own risk!” The sign then
went on to say, almost as an afterthought, “Beware of the bloodthirsty, savage,
and ugly dog!”
read this, and he entered the gate anyway. This was not courage anymore than
jumping off a plane with no parachute or rope proves you are brave. It simply
proves you are either suicidal or stupid. Phil was stupid.
for Phil, he had read the sign out loud, and the dog was not fond of being
called ugly, and was rather angry. He waited until Phil was well within the car
yard, and then charged.
If this was
going to be a violent story, the dog would probably kill Phil, or at least
remove a couple of limbs, but that would rate the story higher than a [PG] and
then some people might not be allowed to read it. So we will make this dog
missed Phil by quite a distance and ran full tilt into a pile of stuff. I call
it “stuff” because Phil didn’t know what it was, and the dog was too blind to
see it anyway. One piece of this “stuff” fell off the top of the pile and hit
Phil. This startled Phil (who was deaf and didn’t see or hear the dog charging
into the “stuff”). It startled him so much that he let out a scream.
Bob was not
illiterate, ignorant, or stupid, and was planning to walk the long way around
the block when he heard Phil scream. Bob assumed the dog had attacked (which it
had) and that Phil was in dire trouble (which he wasn’t).
around and ran through the gate. On second thoughts, it would have been easier
to open it first.
up the nearest available weapon, which just happened to be a golf club, and
raced to the rescue.
the golf club and brought it down hard on the dog’s head. This had the combined
result of knocking the dog out cold, causing the dog’s teeth to fall out, and
breaking the golf club.
real courage. Bob didn’t go because he was unaware of the danger. He didn’t go
because he was stupid. He had a friend in danger, and he went to help, even
knowing the risks.
really matter now if the three got to their café (or flea circus) because the
story is over.
thing left to say is that no one was seriously hurt. Phil recovered well from
his shock, and the dog woke up with a huge headache and no teeth, but was
otherwise fine. In a couple of days time a nice old lady was kind enough to sew
the teeth back in with her sewing machine, so it all turned out okay in the
moral of this story is that if I am asked to write a story about “true courage”
I come up with so many good ideas that I can’t choose. And so I decided to do
this, and although it was probably a bad idea it was rather fun to write.
final note: The fact that the smart character was named Bob has nothing at all
to do with my name being Robert.
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