What the Giraffe Said
At first it did not seem real, to be awakened in the night
by a cross-dressing giraffe who claimed to have the keys to the kingdom
of happiness. I was alone. There was no one to confirm the reality of
what I was seeing. So I followed. What else could I do?
He led me out of the house and through the darkened streets. He said
nothing more. I asked questions, but he did not answer them. He only
walked slowly, prissily, in his high heels and stopped periodically to
munch leaves from the trees. We arrived in
a section of town I did not recognize, an area full of junkyards and
warehouses and train tracks. We stopped at a building. It did not look
like a kingdom. It looked like an abandoned cigarette factory, which in
fact it was. We stood at a door as if waiting, though I did not know
for what, or whom. The giraffe had keys attached to the pearls around
his neck, I noticed, but he made no motion to use them.
Suddenly, without saying a word, he left me, his high heels clicking
quickly across the parking lot. "Where are you going?" I shouted. "You
cannot leave me!" But he did. He didn't even turn his head. Had I been
When a band of masked men burst from the shadows armed with sticks and
knives and broken bottles I knew I had. I tried to run but it was too
late. They grabbed me and dragged me, screaming, into the kingdom. I
did not know what I would find there, but I suspected it would not be
This once I was right.
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