Marlu Flandu - Reminiscing with a VERY SANE MAN
Marlu Flandu - Reminiscing with a VERY SANE MAN

by

Ben Grimm


Marlu Flandu was born in a simple town, on a simple farm, by some simple folks. Marlu Flandu was a simple boy, it didn't take much to make him happy, it was just life that brought a smile to his face. He was a generous boy, wise beyond his years, for he was a giving boy, he gave us laughter. *Sigh* I remember one warm summer day, a prefect day for childhood play. We gathered at our special meeting spot the great old oak tree next to the shimmering pond I used to skip rocks across. Here is were we met Marlu Flandu as we had for so many years. Marlu Flandu gathered us together to tell us a tale. He began speaking about his ponderments over the period, and spoke of horror as he was attacked by an ice cube. We sat in awe as this boy we called friend, entertained us. He sat down in the center of our circle, and as if God himself touched him, Marlu Flandu began giggling and shouting. We didn't make out a thing he was saying, but it sure made us laugh. He started hopping about and hurling his drool, and his head was just rolling about as if there was no neck attached. Marlu Flandu always tired to please us, so we started banging our heads on that great oak tree providing rythem to dance of Marlu Flandu. Marlu Flandu than fell to the ground rolling about and singing a tune we believe to be "Mary had a Little Lamb". Soon his sister Lis Lucy joined into the chaos we called fun, howling into the sky quite like that of a wolf and fiercely digging into the ground with her perious hands. Sadly however, during one day of our childish play, that great oak tree fell upon Marlu Flandu, and he died, yet as he was dying he made lots of funny noises to entertain us ........how we so miss the simple things of life, things everyone has enjoyed. As we now sit locked in this white void we call home, we pretend to be Marlu Flandu, and we shout and hop about. Till They come. They say that is bad. They say Marlu Flandu never was. They hate the simple pleasures Marlu brought. They tired to stop us from our reminiscing. I HATE THEM. Funny thing is though, the very Heavens themselves opened and I heard my friend Marlu Flandu call down from Heaven, and you want to know what he told us? HE TOLD US THAT THEY ARE SATAN! I KNOW WHAT I MUST NOW DO, AND WHEN THEY COME AGAIN...............

WE WILL BE FINE...............