Wednesday, April 08, 2015
Crisis
On a middling Summer morning the capital awoke to find
a puddle of chocolate covering the valley to a one-inch depth.
People went a little crazy with spoons and cups and bowls.
Governor Retz ordered out the full state police, but few
enforcement problems presenting themselves, they joined in!
The national press hit on “Frenzy!” but they would use words like
that to ridicule us. Hicks, mid the greasy “Sophistication” of the
rest of the country.
All the chocolate was gone by the end of the day. Eaten on the
spot or stored.
The speculation began. A joke by a billionaire? Somehow...
naturally occurring? What?
Never been answered.
Fortunately remnants of Hurricane Esther-Ann sped through and
thrashed the odors away.
They, alone, had made many people sick.
After that, Hacks Loney of The Morning Drive ran the best retrospective. Awfully hard, though, on Chef Dupierre of the Excelsior Spa and Casino.
Chocolate Bacon and Eggs drawing his sustained rancor.
"And even anorexics acquired tiny pot bellies," he did go on, "a sure sign they fell off their boney-ass wagon!"
Again, the rest of the nation decries his vulgarity, but they’re fairies.
Labels: anorexic, chocolate, gourmet, great event, inexplicable event, News
