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Billy asked me how Kazoo got her name, so I said “Well, you know how she loves to yammer, right?”


“And you know how she likes to, uh, ‘do’ everyone, right?”

“Well, yeah…”

“So, when I was a kid I had this kazoo, and I’d walk around the house for hours being my own one-man-band…”

“Yeah”, says Billy, “I remember.”

“Well, I guess it drove my mom nuts, so one day she yanked it from my mouth and said, ‘I know you love that toy sweetie, but it’s the kind of thing that’s a lot more fun to do than it is to listen to.’”


“Yeah.  Same with Kazoo.”

“I don’t get… Oh, yeah; you’re right!”



After we landed we slept on the ground beneath the wings.  We woke at daybreak and began the long hike, slowly chewing our dried rations as we walked, and pausing only briefly to rest.  After three days we arrived and joined with the natives, but once the decade passed they bade us farewell.  We had all lost something to the journey – for some it was innocence, for others dignity, for one in particular it was sanity.  For me it was patience.  I returned as I had departed, searching impulsively for my future, uncertain whether it would ever arrive.