Still Serfin’
By Anthony L. Kelly Sr.
“Oh my God…,” said Howard in
astonishment. “What is LG doing to that cat?”
“What is he doing?” said Carlos. “You mean to
tell me you know the meaning of this word and
that word, but you don’t know what sex is?”
“Sex--that’s not sex. I know what sex is and
that--is not sex,” Howard insisted.
That sunny Saturday morning the park was filled
with children’s laughter. The birds were
singing, swings were swinging and LG the little
guardian pup was getting his freak on.
It was Penelope, the ever alluding feline that’s
always on the move when ever Pepé Le Pew is on
the seen. Only she wasn’t a cartoon, she was
real.
“That can’t be right,” said Howard.
“No it’s not right, but it’s happening,” Carlos
assured him.
“LG-- she’s not a dog man,” yelled Howard from
across the park.
“Leave the pup alone man, she don’t seem to
mind,” Carlos said.
As the two boys moved closer to the Jungle
Fevered animals, magical shooting sparkles of
twirling light began surrounding the boys,
transforming them into little ninjas.
The children that once played in the park were
now gone. LG was back in his a Cartoon body.
This would be the beginning of another mission.
The Martial Arts and Positive Word Play were now
a part of their every day routine. When it came
to missions, they answered to Tiny Carolina and
her father The Flea. LG was still their guardian
pup that served and protected them with all his
little heart, and occasionally the voice of God
arose through him.
Elsewhere, in another realm, Tiny Carolina was
settling down for a nice mud bath in a cool
waterhole. Inside her right ear was her father.
In a deep James Earl Jones tone he said,
“Sweetie, those two boys will save the world one
day. We must have faith in them and continue to
do as God says. Now—we must send out Mrs.
Butterworth.”
While preparing his weapons for battle, Carlos
asked, “You really think we’re important?”
“Yeah…I do,” answered Howard.
As they walked through the thick jungle with
battle in mind, they were approached by an old
lady. In a translucent body she resembled a life
size bottle of Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup. Her
entire body was filled with brown liquid and
see-through, everything except her heart. It
could be seen beating warmly.
“Now I’ve seen some weird stuff lately, but this
one has got to be the weirdest,” said Carlos.
“You boys look tired,” the woman said.”
“Excuse me?” asked Howard.
“You two look like you’re in need of a
vacation,” she said.
“And you look like you’re in need of a better
body,” Carlos said under his breath.
Gazing at the woman’s face Howard thought she
resemble someone he’d seen recently in a movie.
“Hey!” he said. “She looks like Denzel’s mom in
that movie--The American Gangster.”
“You’re right,” Carlos agreed. “She does look
like Miss Ruby Dee.”
The woman smiled and said, “Thank you for the
compliment . . . Now, like I said, you two look
tired. Would you like to go on a vacation?”
Both Howard and Carlos’s eyes lit up.
They knew their mission would soon begin.
“Yeah, we’d like to go,” they both said.
“Okay then. I hear that you have formed a gang.”
“Yes ma’am,” Howard confirmed.
“Well then-- I have someone you may have an
interest in,” she said.
“You mean a new member,” asked Howard.
“You got it,” She said with another smile. “He’s
a boy who represents a people who are also in a
great danger. His name is Seth. Like you two,
his parents and grandparents were also hard
working, honest people. And like you, in this
day and age poverty, drugs, crime, and lost of
hope are things he sees all too often.
Now--after meeting him, if you both agree that
he is worthy; he will be the newest member of
The Serf Nuts... Shall I take you to him?”
In their minds, there wasn’t anything to think
about. They knew the seriousness behind her
words. So with two nods and a blink they were
off.
Less than a second later they found themselves
deeper in the jungle. Huddled in a shadow, near
a tree was the boy. With ragged clothes hanging
loosely, he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in
days.
“He’s little said Carlos.”
“Yeah, he is kinda’ small.”
“Seth?” asked Carlos.
“How do you know my real name? Why do you look
like that?” the boy asked as they approached him
with caution.
“Don’t worry about that. Are you Seth or what?”
said Carlos.
After noticing the boy’s tiny wrist he added,
“Man, do you ever eat?”
“What’s good man? My name is Howard, and Big
Mouth here is Carlos.”
Suddenly the boy took off running. “Hey--that
looks like--Pee Wee!” shouted Carlos.
“I see,” said Howard before hollering, “Wait!”
Pee Wee was the neighborhood most tormented,
until he disappeared that is. No one had noticed
he was gone. He’d tell his drunken grandfather
that he was going out to play, when in reality
he was really going to his most favorite place
in the world, The Tree.
“Wait! Hold on!” they yelled. “We’re not going
to beat you up.”
Seth Norton, aka Pee Wee, was a tiny, red
headed, shy, Opie looking fellow. He lived with
his grandfather. Poor little guy didn’t have any
friends. Since his grandmother died months
earlier he’d seem to have lost all desire to
live himself. That day as he ran, fear pushed
him as fast as his little legs could go.
“Damn he’s fast,” said Carlos.
“Yeah, we can’t even catch him,” Howard said.
“Don’t say can’t. Say faster.” Carlos insisted.
After running in place for a few seconds, along
with cartoon sound effects, the chase was on. In
no time The Serf Nuts were running next to the
tired boy.
“Look man--we’re not going to hurt you,” said
Howard.
Slowing down, well out of breath, the boy’s
mouth fell open. He gasped for air, while
speechless. Finally he managed to fumbled out a
few words, “Who--what--what’s going on?”
“Pee Wee, we’re not trying to hurt you,” said
Carlos. “We were sent here on a mission.”
“Mission?” he asked.
“Yeah, we came to help you,” said Howard.
“We were told that your people are in danger.”
“Huh,” Pee Wee said with a peculiar look.
“Look, we don’t really know who we’re saving
either, but we’re having lots of fun,” Carlos
said.
“Really, you mean I could look like a cartoon
Ninja too?”
“Yeah,” they assured him.
“You’re not trying to trick me are you?”
“We’re as serious as the new PS3,” said Howard.
After thinking about it briefly, the boy said,
“okay, I’ll do it. I’ll be ah---what was it
called again?”
“The Serf Nuts….”
Copyright © 2007 Anthony L. Kelly Sr. All rights
reserved
akelly843@hotmail.com
Anthony L. Kelly Sr.
anthony.l.kelly@us.army.mil
http://www.myspace.com/hrcobra
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