Monday, March 20, 2017


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Sunday, March 19, 2017

Dangers of Florida

When I was younger, I had the opportunity to travel to the United States. At first I didn't want to, because of how dangerous and confusing it was. However, after speaking with my grandmother and some of my friends, it was decided that I was strong enough to endure such a journey and overcome any obstacles that might befall me throughout the duration of my trip.

Despite the relatively calm flight, I landed in a state of confusion. Coming off of the plane, everything was much different than I had expected. If the clock was correct, it was around XII and AII. What this meant, I had no clue. The many hues and shades of green further muddled my senses, terrifying me to such extremes that I fled the scene like a listless teen fleeing authority.

Florida was not at all how I'd imagined it. What I knew about its frosty tundra was given to me by my grandmother, Abui. Abui had warned me about Florida, its slick roads and chilly climate made for dangerous conditions at any point throughout the year. There were tigers and mooses that always got loose and who loved to eat little children.

Abui knew absolutely everything and she always shared her knowledge with me! She told me how the moon was held in place by a giant thread spun from the rays of the sun. She explained that blue was God's favorite color, which was why He kept it closest to him. And she told me about the dangers of green things, how they can lash out and bit you at any moment, if you aren't careful.

Her fear of green wasn't unreasonable. She told me that when she was a little girl her parents had taken her to a garden. In the garden, there were thorns that poked her, bugs that flew in her mouth, and all sorts of smelly flowers that stuffed up her nose. Ever since then, she's been careful to avoid such dangers. Which is probably why she lives in the desert.

Unlike her, I eventually grew to love Florida. My timid approach to nature blossomed into a love of all things springing from the ground. In my travels, I saw neither a tiger nor a moose. I couldn't wait to tell Abui all about my adventures. Upon leaving, I even learned that the clock read 1:37!

When I returned to Abui, I told her all about my experiences in Florida. She listened carefully, occasionally shaking her head and clucking her tongue. When I came to the end of my story, she looked very grave. With concern in her eyes, she indicated that the Americas had poisoned my mind. If I wanted to heal, I'd have to stay with her in the desert for many more years.

I didn't want to be sick for the rest of my life, so I followed her instructions. Which is why I'm still here, today, thirty years later. Sticking by Abui's side isn't all bad. My first grandson was born just two weeks ago. When he is old enough, I too will tell him about the dangerous Americas and that trickster of a place called Florida.