The sky was a crystal blue, but Fireman didn’t like it.
The story of Fireman is a strange one. His mother had been persecuted for being a prostitute in former years, and she didn’t want anyone to know that it was the truth, even though it wasn’t the truth. In order to hide her shame, she gave birth to a baby boy while laboring on the roof of a house, namely, on the top of the chimney. The baby boy came out of the uterus and fell through the chimney into the place of fire.
Fireman grew up a strange monkey. He ate bananas, tossed around his poo, and answered to no one but his mother. When he was older, he decided he had had enough of the life he was living up until that point.
Fireman walked into a shop and told the clerk exactly what he wanted to buy. The clerk said the store didn’t sell what he was looking for. Fireman became enraged and burned down the shop, destroying everything in it and reducing the whole place to ashes. The only thing or people that survived were fireman and the clerk.
After Fireman had burned everything back to ash, he picked up some ash from the very large pile and gave it to the clerk. “What am I supposed to do with this?” replied the clerk. “Take it as currency” replied Fireman. “Currency for what?” replied the clerk. “Currency for this” said Fireman, as he picked up more ash. You see, all Fireman wanted to buy was ash. The shop did not sell ash, so he had to burn it down, and buy some ash with more ash.
“From now on” said Fireman to the now darkening sky, “all we buy will be ash, and all we use to pay for it will be ash, everything else will from this day forward be outlawed”. Fireman walked out of the big pile of ash with the ashes that he bought with the same ashes that came from the big pile of ash, and went along traveling down the road on a horse to green pastures, where he stayed for the rest of his life.
After Fireman had had enough of life, he burned himself to death, and in his wake came another interesting creature, which liked to call itself Human.
Human didn’t understand a whole lot, although he thought himself very wise. One day Human decided to play with fire and died.
Are You sure this is the end? Or could it be we are all under the weather because of the unfortunate way the world turns at the present time? I could suggest an alternate ending, when the human finds himself with a female human, they have kids , build a shack in green pastures, have kids, and invent god. They thereafter build a church for the worship of god, and all their kids they have kids, and slowly move away from the caves and huts to work first in the field, then later, factories, and they invent new things, including the A bomb, which they try out on their neighbors and enemies, whereupon, most things are burned down, but a guy builds an arc, whereby saving the humans to face another day, in the green suburban pasture near Walmart and mcdonalds. Then the ice age sets in but that’s another story.
Good sir, I love all of your additions to my story with the exception of your ending. How about in stead of building an arc by great suburban pastures near Walmart and McDonalds, Human builds a great arc on a green pasture and nothing besides (except for his inventiveness, of course). Through inventiveness the holy marriage of man and woman creates out of the earth the necessities of existence, and honors and celebrates the God which is God, which is creation and creator, male and female, good and evil, emptiness and form, and so on and such and such.
