It all started when Mrs. Evansworth ran screaming through
the city streets, frantically seeking her child who had
gone missing. Groups of searchers were commissioned to
search for the missing child, and search they did -- for
days, then weeks, then months. But the child was never found.
Finally, the search was called off and friends and family
and paid mourners visited the home of Mrs. Evansworth,
to console and comfort. And when they returned home,
many discovered that their children had gone missing.
Whether they had all disappeared that day or whether they
had one by one began to disappear during all the commotion
caused by the search for Mrs. Evansworth's child nobody
could say for sure.
Panic swept through the city. And a meeting was called
in the town square to address the situation.
-- What force is taking our children? The mayor began.
Who has an idea?
-- I have read a legend of a piper responsible for leading
children away into a mountain. Perhaps something similar
is occurring now.
This seemed reasonable to many as quite a few of the city's
youth were known to gather around traveling minstrels and
become enthralled with their merry tunes. So the citizens
rounded up all the musicians
in the city and in the city's outlying regions and took them
away for questioning and locked them away for the public safety.
But the children continued to disappear. And so the meetings
-- Perhaps the children are not disappearing at all but are
donning the garb and manner of adults. Perhaps we have
5 year olds running around as lawyers and judges. Maybe the
banker who granted your loan was actually your son.
This certainly would explain many of the recent strangeness
going on with the courts and the finances of the city.
-- Or maybe the children have run off to college and are just
now beginning a family of their own in some distant city. We
often lament that our children are growing up too fast. What if
the process has accelerated beyond even our fearful imaginations?
A compelling argument indeed. And so a search party was
formed to visit the area universities and local townships --
looking for any clue that the missing children had grown
up faster than people had thought possible and had moved
on with their lives. But no evidence was found. No
children were found. And the disappearances continued.
And the meetings continued.
-- My neighbor has strange habits. He whistles tunes I've
never heard and can often be found staring at the night sky.
Strange indeed. So the neighbor was brought in for questioning
and jailed. And more and more people reported the strange
behaviors of fellow citizens and soon all the strange
people were locked up and the strange behaviors ceased.
And the disappearances continued.
-- What if the children are to blame?
-- What do you mean? Asked the mayor at the next
town meeting. Who said that?
A tall man in the back of the crowd stepped forward.
-- I did.
-- Explain yourself sir.
-- Well, often when a dish breaks a child is to blame.
They have small hands and have trouble holding dishes.
And I remember when graffiti covered our city walls, it was
discovered to be the fault of the children. So what if
the children are to blame for their own disappearances.
A quiet murmuring went through the crowd and a general
satisfaction swept through the town members. And so
they all went home with cleansed hands and peace of
mind, and went about their lives.
And the disappearances continued.
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