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Chapter 10

“You know what I’m tired of?”

“I’ve a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

“I’m sick and tired of hearing about how people got a free copy of a book from the author?  Why the heck are they getting free stuff?  What is the world coming to?”

“It is a terrible thing.”

“I know it’s not a terrible thing, but why the heck didn’t I get born under the tree of free stuff?”

“Well, we all get free stuff sometimes.  The mail carrier keeps bringing you those free catalogues.”

“Everyone gets those.”

“That’s exactly my point.”





Leaf and twig,

and where am I?

What am I doing?


What is everybody talking about?

And so what anyway.


And if I could, and maybe I should?

But no, I won’t.

On principal, I will to nought,

because that’s what is required.


I need to escape from all of these sirens,

the tangled web of the spiders,

who have trapped me,


I will sit here and listen to the music,

and eventually death will come,

to take me away, to eternal something or other.


You can try

I can’t win.

I doubt I can win,

very few people actually win.

But if you don’t play the game then you will definitely lose.

You have to take risks in life.

Even if they make your stomach curl up into a ball like a hibernating squirrel.

Risks are what keep the snowball rolling.

They make your life more interesting,

more happy,

more exciting.  If you spend the whole time worrying that your

parachute won’t open, then you’ll miss the whole thing.

You’ll spoil it for you and everyone else.

So suck it up.

You can do this.

And if the risk kicks you down the hill, we’ll be waiting there for you.  Always.