Thursday, March 2, 2017

Fox Biddable (7)

   
   "Fox Biddable (7)"
  
   The bar/pub/joint that Jenny McGee did bartend was slow, as if all the local drunks were home watching Internet porn and further wasting their lives.  She was drinking tonic water, a little sparkly, and contemplating all that Healing Eagle had been teaching her.  He had mentioned many things, such as learning the ways of the snake, but keeping dove-like innocence; moreover, to be who she was, not condemning it, as the fox does not condemn itself for stealing chickens.
   She heard that country music ballad come on the radio about Peter Pan and got pissed.  No imagination or self-reflection for the artist, unless the song is a parable; regardless, the Proclamation of the Kingdom by Christ is all about making yourself like unto a child, trusting in the father, knowing if you ask the father for a fish that he will give you a fish, and not a serpent.  And we all know how it turned out for the officer, Captain Hook--he died of jock itch.
   Jenny didn't mind her sense of humor even as Heaven did dwell inside of her, for a fox entertains, it makes humans laugh, like every type of dog, chasing its tail, playing with itself, so sweetly and innocently.  And does not every soul have to make their own love?
   You don't need to politicize it.  And what black-robed prick has the right to judge, when they beat their wives, drink till blackouts, and make hot women show their goodies; next, let them off the Captain's hook.  It's just a test.  And she knew her sufferings were okay, as affliction can be a wondrous thing, if we suffer next to Christ, letting him carry part of our burden--Him always willing to do so.
   So, Jenny McGee smiled.  And since there were still no customers, she cracked open a very cold beer--heck, one beer on the job wasn't going to kill her.  But then the manager came out, scolding her, yelling:  "Little, small girl--that's not appropriate!"
   She told him:  "Neither is your face."
   And she didn't get fired, and the boss was humbled, considering more BOTOX for his Multiple Personality Disorder.