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In a flash his lungs drew breath, his eyes saw the sky, his skin felt the hands of his people and Potu was born into Amazon heat, sticky and new. He undulated with the frenzied tribe, bones grinding and snapping as he was digested. Even inside the snake he danced with them, shared their joy in his sacrifice. Aa'aguk knew the spirits in the jungle would provide for his children as he was brought quietly from the cooling body of his still mother into the endless winter night at the northern edge of the frozen Manitoba tundra, the tears of his father on his lips. He dragged himself back towards the shore as the groans of the ice sang louder and louder in the spring sun, safety line well out of reach. Three of his brother's children stood with their father, soaked through and shivering safely on solid ground as he crashed through and under the slick, shifting pans of the swirling Hudson's Bay riptide while Ajit thought of the anaconda as he was popped into the world and spanked; the taste of the salty arctic cold lingered on his tongue. Gifts and flowers spilled into the hallway, out the front gate of the palace, and well into the streets. Guardsmen dropped their rifles and openly, silently wept in the hall. Throngs of wellwishers surging for miles around the great temple grew still as they waited for the official word. He had refused the blissful morphine, his mind, his eyes would be clear. He felt the heavy, unabashed love of his people as he passed, the pounding of the jungle drums and the howling warmth of the arctic chinook pulsed and grew between his temples as the light intensified, drawing him forward and at last he soared into the searing blue glare. BZ*ZApT!
Lot 14, Pad 7, Dean saw his destiny suddenly and clearly in the flash of the bugzapper and dropped his tall-boy. Tonight, for the first time, his future was certain; he would definately make it a cheeseburger.
Date Written: June 19, 2004
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