When we were kids my brother did a shit in a shoe box. Then we wrapped the box in gift paper and tied it up attractively with a string. But before doing that we arranged lawn-daisies all along the turd.
We left the package on the road and hid in the grass nearby, waiting until a car stopped and a kid got out and picked up the box and ran back to the car with it.
That was, well, some years ago. I have grown up since.
Though, today, arranging daisies along my turd, I wondered if we ever really grow up. This exercise, beautifying my turd, reminded me of so many things from the past. My brother was four years older than I. He tormented me. The daisies must have been my idea. My brother had a great deal of spirit and wit, but he did not have a creative personality. I was the idealist of the two.
I wish I had a follower.
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