Crumbhead and the Door

There are a number of steps. That can eventually lead to your demise. Steps usually lead somewhere important. A closet on the hill is not a popular occurrence. So the purchase of a smith and Wesson for 345 dollars at Penny Giver was no slight mis-step to a large series of mis-steps that would end in the demise of sweet ms Canterbury. The news of her death was like honey to some, namely ms Butterton who couldn’t stand her constant complaints about this and that and who hadn’t sent chrismtas cards on time, but to little Crumbhead it was devastation. A blizzard that appeared out of his own heart and frosted his organs and pickled them in ice vinegar. Crying and desolate is where I found Crumbhead and decided to offer my assistance.

“ Dear little child, steps are taken every day and ankles are twisted everyday, thankfully otherwise…. Anway, what I offer you crumb is a vision, a chance to find a gateway into a kinder world, for I’ve seen the ways of this one, and they are petty and trite, they ways of this world hound you like dogs that savor nothing but the tearing of human flesh.

That is this world. I have found a way…… and he hesitate…. OUT.

The boy looked up, puzzled.

Ahem.

Ever heard of Tahiti?

Doyou know that it was stolen. I stole it and brought it to this world on the back of a giant turtle.

You think I’m crazy… I need a psychiatrist.

But think about what I’m saying, regardless of what I am.

What’s the important thing to get from all this jabber?

The important thing is not Tahiti, crazy man, stolen islands,

The important thing is where…. Where is this place you speak of…

And then How, how my young chap are we to get there!