Fox Biddable (17)

   
   "Fox Biddable (17)"
   
   Clovis and Healing Eagle had begun hanging out, for Clovis had innocently dated Jenny McGee a few times, yet had hushed his mouth concerning his mystical encounters, though Healing Eagle sensed that he too was facing his own abuse--the scrappy, little mongoose man.
   So, at the bowling alley, and again--not bowling, but sitting at the bar, Healing Eagle dipping peach chaw, and Clovis Bloom rednecking it up, having a MOUNTAIN DEW and trying not to think about Dolly Parton's buxom bodaciousness lathered up in buttery beads of sweat; nevertheless, he did have great reverence for Jenny's cupcake cleavage, and hoped as King Solomon knew, that the youth of her time relative bosom would satisfy him--and he knew it would.
   Healing Eagle spoke:  "I sense you have forgiven all men, knowing it is the only path to being forgiven yourself, never partying like Phinehas when defeating an adversary, so to speak, but you hate the demons that tap into their pineal part and drive men to become demons themselves."
   Clovis was like:  "Sometimes.  But I want to pick up the real reptiles as Christ said I would.  Hell, I've already drank the poison.  People pissed in my Kool-Aid since the beginning, and not just metaphorically I'm talking.  Out for themselves, hubris-fueled, hating others with talents and high cheekbones.  But it all comes from the darkness, God resisting not, turning the other cheek for perpetuity; next, light is born from being abused, gravity having held down fusion for long enough, in a matter; then, a star is born, and when gravity loses, we're kinda talking supernova--you picking up what I'm putting down?"
   Healing Eagle:  "Your science is a little off, but so was Einstein's; however, I too walk your road, and that's why I'm helping Jenny's fox grow strong.  You have to know who you are, reflecting, and not simply moving in a mercurial direction towards your own ambitions, for God needs workers for the harvest, which is more important than becoming a weird gastroenterologist and impressing yourself."  

   INSERT A SMILE!

   Clovis:  "And yeah, they say shrinks are weird, right?  Damn, I've had more probes from the fallen angels than Brigham Young had wives."
   Healing Eagle:  "And white man can still laugh.  You are truly the mongoose, armed with good vibrations, but you have no surf board."
   The twosome shared the synergy of a simultaneous chuckle.