Natural

From: unicorn <unicorn_at_indenial.com>
Date: Wed Mar 21 2007 - 00:05:10 EDT

"Natural"

It was graduation day and Mom was trying to take
a picture of their son in a cap and gown, posed
with his father.

"Let's try to make this look natural," she said.
"Junior, put your arm around your dad's shoulder."

The father answered, "If you want it to look natural,
why not have him put his hand in my pocket?"

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"Terrible Disaster"

"Oh, No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before
him. Never in his 40 years of life had he seen anything
like it. How anyone could have survived he did not know.

He could only hope that somewhere amid the overwhelming
destruction he would find his 16-year-old son. Only the
slim hope of finding Danny kept him from turning and fleeing
the scene. He took a deep breath and proceeded. Walking
was virtually impossible with so many things strewn across
his path. He moved ahead slowly.

"Danny! Danny!" he whispered to himself. He tripped and
almost fell several times. He heard someone, or something,
move. At least he thought he did. Perhaps, he was just
hoping he did. He shook his head and felt his gut tighten.

He couldn't understand how this could have happened. There
was some light but not enough to see very much. Something
cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away.

In desperation, he took another step then cried out, "Danny!"

>From a nearby pile of unidentified material, he heard his son.
"Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it could hardly be heard.

"It's time to get up and get ready for school," the man sighed,
"and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room."
Received on Wed Mar 21 00:05:11 2007

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