(A beautiful princess finds herself trapped in a bank of fog which extends for hundreds of miles. She is befriended by a kind stranger whom she cannot see, who aids her to travel to clearer skies. The stranger ends up being a six-foot-tall lizard. He reaches out for appreciation and she screams in horror and runs back into the fog.)
B. WILLIE WEASEL
(Willie the Weasel, who has a great hunger to eat chickens, is guided to new understanding by Harriet the Hen, who teaches him the joy of the “voyage to vegan.”)
C. JELLY BELLY
(A host of angry jellyfish take over the ocean blue, scaring all the fishes in the sea until Petey, the Puff Fish, finds out they’re not really mean–just have very bad gas. Tums for all the jelly-bellies, and the maritime is at peace.)
D. STAR WERES
(Abandoned characters from Star Wars are living on the street, homeless, plotting how they can use The Force to get some bread.)
E. JO-JO BLACK AND THE SEVEN MORPHS
(Queen Jo-Jo Black from the ghetto hooks up with seven members of a gang–the Morphs–who can shape-change to rap tunes. Together they work to bring “good to the hood.”)
She was known for her smile–yet I thoroughly believed this particular smirk had a certain passion attached to it, uniquely sending a message of deep affection in my direction.
Love not only was planted and sprouted, but came to full bloom within the confines of my chubby-chested, beating heart.
Jennifer was beautiful–long, pale-blonde, straight hair, with blue eyes and a bit of ruddy in her cheeks that tempted tweaking. Her lips were full and her breath–well, I never actually got close enough to tell, but I would assume a delightful, slightly musky Dentyne.
I was not given to hiding my affections, so I made it clear to a few of my friends concerning my budding devotion for this flower of Olympus. One of them, Gail, decided to make it her mission to create misery in my life.
It was a two-fold process:
Sometimes Gail told me that Jennifer was interested in me, and had even inquired about some of my likes and dislikes.
My entire being came to erection.
Then the next day, Gail whispered in my ear that Jennifer and a really good-looking guy named Glen had been caught necking behind the refreshment stand at the old football field following the last game.
I went back to having a chubby chest with a dead heart.
It was back and forth, day-to-day: jubilation and devastation.
It occurred to me that Gail seemed equally as overjoyed when I was elated or deflated.
One of my friends tried to explain that Gail was just pulling my chain, but since I considered myself to be chainless, I ignored it.
Finally I decided to solve my own problem and determine the veracity of the rumors by telling Jennifer about my deep-rooted admiration.
It was the first of many times in my life that I received the standardized “you’re a really nice guy and a great friend” speech. Why is it that following that proclamation, no one feels nice or friendly?
The bizarre part of the story is that several years later, the summer of receiving my driver’s license, Gail and I drove around town on adventures, wasting time and talking for hours.
Matter of fact, one hot summer day we came inches from using our tongues for something other than gossip.
So I will never know if Gail was just a fun-loving girl who thought being mean was cool, or perhaps she was jealous of my affection for the Princess of Central Ohio.
Gail brought a storm into my life, but I survived the winds … and eventually learned how to sail the seas.
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She was an only child, but surrounded by a gang of boys who teased her, bordering on the verge of torment, which some people in our modern day would consider to be bullying, but ended up working out sufficiently (as far as we know).
For after all, we live in an imperfect world, which is perfectly designed for our penchant for imperfection.
Today she is getting married.
She has asked me to officiate at the ceremony. Honored, I am preparing to do my best.
She is romantically joining together with another human being at a time when such relationships are considered to be expendable, if not ridiculous. She is attempting to launch the ship of their future in a harbor infested with the pirates of indecision, infidelity and inadequacy.
I don’t wish to offer her any advice–mainly due to its imperfection–but I would counsel her to pay heed to herself and be true.
Have a heart that’s pure. You should never go to sleep with feelings because they always wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
Have a soul that’s satisfied–not in yourself, but in the awareness that God has simplified His position, authority and personage into the next human being you run across. Yes, people are God, and every time you forget it, you become an atheist.
Renew your mind. Purposefully find one opinion each and every day that has proven to be wrong and set out to change it by challenging its location within your skull.
And maintain a healthy body–at least as long as you can. Death is chasing us from the time we’re born. True joy is the combination of ignoring it and punching it in the nose.
They named her Anisa, this god-daughter of mine. She was given this name because it was one of the characters in one of my novels. In this book, the girl named Anisa is a princess, filled with spunk, beauty and intelligence.
How apropos.
Happy wedding day, my dear. Keep an eye on your heart, soul, mind and body, and rejoice that the world created for you … is perfectly imperfect.
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