There i was, eating an apple and this fellow was walking down the street towards me. I said, "hey, yo" i says, "Fellow walking towards me." Pointing my finger in his general direction so he's sure i twas talking to 'em. "you see that guy on the hill over theres?" i pointed my thumb toward the general direction of the hill over theres. He just stared at me, blankly blinking, not a word came from his mouth.
"ya uh..." i paused as i noticed his strangneties, "well, there's this fel'r over there who plays a mean flute. Yes, sir a might nice flute player he is." A pause for the mans reaction... just a blink. "ya well" another pause to notice his oddness's again, "i watched em' the o'ther day whilest i was fishin. When i got ther he wast just sitting there on them hill whittling away on a long stick. Took me a couple hours a'for i figured what he's a whiddling." I took a dramatic pause. It was lost on the man, he just blinked blankly another time.
"twas a stick!" the man was unfazed by my 'joke.' "ok, well, he was whiddling a stick but he done turned it to a flute. And he starts playing this flute, butterflies starts coming outa the wood work. Can you imagine that? can you see it? musta been round uh, well..." i looks up into the airs so's i could think better. "...300 of'em. justa flutterin and butterin round that man and his flute."
The traveling man raises his finger and kinda gives me a cross look, like he's got somekinda weird objection to me story but then sneezes. "Haaaachoooo" Whilest he's uh recover'n i watch the mist from his mouth flow through the breeeze. And i sees a big ol' butterfly justa flapping along. "Look! A whole'nother butterfly justa flapping along!" The man looked up and beheld that fly that butters and blinked the most thoughtful meaningful blink i ever dune seen.
Now, howst about that hu? Really, makes a fell'r think. Hard.
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