Merrily We Roll Along

(It's All Done In Fun!) ...

copyright 2005 Once upon a time, a group of Brisbeeites were gathered in the square conversing when someone noticed a strange object rolling down the street. From a distance it was hard to tell what it was, but as it came closer, Brat Girl exclaimed, “Look! It’s a giant head!”.

The townspeople watched in amazement as the head came closer. It was indeed a weird thing, with one eye in the middle of its forehead, and two mouths ... one on each side of its face. When the head neared the group it began to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk ... in fact, the head was chattering at such a pace that the Brisbeeans gathered in the square could hardly catch a breath between thoughts.

With one mouth the head shouted, “Brisbee is a FINE small town! Brisbeeites are FINE folk, talented folk, friendly folk! Brisbee is a great good place to leave the children fun in grace!” But, the mouth on the other side was shouting even louder, “Brisbee is a silly place, with silly people (pi$$ on Grace!) They never ponder very deep, thus they no medal e’er will reap! Brisbee people never think!! Brisplebeians canNOT think! *I* am the only brain in here, I’ll save you folks so never fear!”

It was quite amusing, this strange head, but as time passed, the Brisbuds began to notice that the thing was growing. Not only was it growing, but, to their amazement, other mouths began to appear on its face! First one, then two, then THREE more! The head was chattering at a rate far beyond what mere Brisbee-mortals could begin to comprehend.

Every morning the head would roll into the square with its many lips flapping and blowing, flapping and blowing. “Cock-a-doodle-DOOOOO!”

“I‘m but a grain of sand, I say, upon on the shores of life. My thoughts are thought to think, I think, and muse my dues to contemplate. I think, YOU stink, you silly dinks. I love you dearly, barely, bearly! Now listen, hear, THIS town is mine! I rule, I fool, I pull the wool. MY words have power, by rule of thumb, while you, you tinks, are truly dumb.”

This was all very confusing to the Brisbeeists as they had been having such fun with this talking head, but it was becoming ill-humored after all, AND it was continuing to grow! Now the head was rolling around town bumping into everyone it could. Pushing and shoving ... testing to see if Brisbee-folk were made of mettle, (or had any). “I rule, I drool, I sit a high stool! I nod to a don, but not everyone.”

Well, folks decided that it was time to examine the head. The townspeople of Brisbee began to chase the giant orb up and down the streets. “It should be easy to catch”, they thought ... as it had no legs, but it was a slippery head, and the game of "Catch The Pate" became uncommonly tricky.

Finally, someone suggested that they surround the head and roll it down the hill to Ten Mile Creek to see if it could float. And so they did. By now the head had grown so big that it took several people to grab hold of it, but when they did, they realized that the head was nothing but a big balloon ... a child’s toy! As they steered it down the street, the myriad of mouths was going full blast, but the speech was no longer discernable. “Evol, raw, gal ‘o mirth. Elum nrobbuts a si eipnoom.”

At last, Brisbee had the stinker ...(oops!) ... THINKER where they wanted it, smack in the middle of the bridge spanning the creek. They sat down to rest, admire their good work, and to try to figure how to get the head over the rail and into the water. All at once Brat Girl appeared with a huge needle! They held their breath as she ran straight toward the head, holding the sharp device directly in front of her.

POP!!!!!! WHOOOOSSSHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Hot air went everywhere! It billowed out over the townspeople of Brisbee in a great gush ... “I float, I gloat, I am a goat! I sing, I sting, I have great zing! You’ll see, Brisbee, I will not flee, for I do truly cherish thee!”

“Hayels bayels!”, said Swampy. “Ah ain’t niver seed anythin’ lak thet in awl mah borned days!”

“It’s all relative”, said Collector ... the physics professor.

Dancing back to town, Brat Girl just giggled.