stanley

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current music:ballad of big nothing - elliott smith
mood: frazzled

Here's what I have so far of the Tragedy Of Stanley.

Stanley was an average penguin; a horribly, hideously average penguin. A glossy tuxedo covered his bowling-pin shaped body, shimmering in the reflection of the sun on the ocean. His flippers had scars on the inside, but they weren’t from the sharp rocks of the Davis Strait.

Closing his eyes, Stanley could see the black and white masses of penguins on the Greenland coast. He remembered being a part of that mass, everyone exactly the same as he. But when he opened his eyes, a varied ocean of humans scurrying about appeared before him. In front of him was a statue bigger than any other he had seen. The bottom read, "give me your tired, your poor, your hungry, your huddled masses..."

To Stanley, this was home.

  ¶ 1/21/2004 03:09:00 PM