MY NEWLY ELONGATED
COOKIE-CUTTER
I did it myself and I didn't know
anything. All I did was stretch it
out and I made cookies two-feet
long. It was really great but there
was no place then to put them and
thank God they weren't supposed
to be put out for sale on some
grocer's shelf because I'm told
the seller has to pay for shelf space,
and I'd go broke. Whoever heard of
a two-foot cookie? 'Next time you
have a great idea, kid, make sure it's
practical first.' Ken, the grocer nearby
my house, said that. I guess that's how
regular people think. So then I told
him about my plans for my ship to
the Moon. Rubber-belt driven, with
a suspension thrust in a globe of
pure silver that, once off the ground,
consumes itself for fuel and - perfectly
timed - gets you to the moon with
nothing at all to do but float on down.
He laughed, and then - handing me
an all-day sucker from the counter on
which he was leaning - said, 'Yeah,
yeah, pretty good. But have you ever
considered you have to get back?
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