NaBloPoMo DAY 9:
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According to an eyewitness, hereby known as Camphor Tree, the plastic Hanger in the above photo was carrying a beautiful orange silk dress when all of a sudden the Wind blew the dress to the ground.
Yet, when questioned, Wind said he knew nothing about it. “Sounds suspicious, if you ask me,” he added.
Meanwhile, a passing Car said it wasn’t an orange dress at all, but a pair of men’s gray slacks that had been placed precariously on the hanger.
“I saw it coming,” the Car shouted as it whizzed by. “There was no way those pants weren’t going to fall off.”
The nearby Grassy Knoll affirmed it was men’s slacks. “But they were brown, not gray. There was a hole in one of the knees, which I could see as the slacks came crashing down on me.”
“It hurt something awful,” added a young Blade of Grass in the Knoll. “My head is still smarting!”
An old bush by the intersection, where it had all transpired, interjected, “Camphor Tree got it right, Dearie. I saw the whole thing. It was a dress with a blue sash, though I don’t think it was orange at all. It had a lot of frills around the collar and clearly it was green, like my leaves. Why, Grass is crazy to think it was pants, and that old Car was going too fast to see anything, yes indeed. I’m the only one who was paying any attention. Is there a reward for my troubles?”
“The color of the blouse–not slacks or pants–was brown like me,” declared a leaf that had fallen in the gutter.
Suddenly, the Hanger, which had been rendered unconscious by the incident muttered a sound, which made everyone stop in their tracks.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I’m in a lot of pain from landing on this block of cement, but I should know what I was carrying. It wasn’t a dress and it wasn’t slacks, and it certainly wasn’t a blouse. It was little boy’s clown costume that he’d worn on Halloween, and it was orange, blue, gray, brown and green. But somebody must’ve taken it from me–and I bet it was that Fire Hydrant over there!”
Startled, the Tree, the Bush and the Grassy Knoll all turned to look at the Hydrant, which hadn’t said a word.
“The Hanger much be right,” the little Blade of Grass finally said. “It’s been quietly standing there all along pretending not to see us.”
“That’s suspicious, alright,” said the Bush.
The Grassy Knoll asked the Hanger, “Are you absolutely, positively sure?”
“Pretty sure,” replied the Hanger.
The Camphor tree then declared, “That’s good enough for me for I’m sure I saw it too! Somebody, call the police!”
And soon they were all talking at once, speculating as to the whereabouts of the costume, which was nowhere in sight.”
I took a picture of the hanger in its perplexed state, and quietly walked away, but as I turned the corner, I could still hear the commotion as they worked out who should call the police, and whether the police would ever believe their story and take the Fire Hydrant in for questioning.
Whether the Fire Hydrant did it or not remains to be seen. Though it is curious that, upon further investigation, the Hydrant couldn’t explain itself or account for its whereabouts.
Meanwhile, the Halloween costume is still at large.
What do you think?
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