Poop Shute

Puzzle, A Fable

There once was a little jigsaw puzzle.

He grew up , like all little puzzles do, spending most of his days trying to sort himself out, trying to put himself together. You see, like all little puzzles, this puzzle was cut up into many many tiny little pieces.

Nobody knows why puzzles are the way they are. They just are.

One day the little puzzle woke up and found himself having urges he didn't understand, and noticed hair growing in places it never had before. The little puzzle was growing up.

His pieces were strange to him now. Pieces that used to fit together just fine, weren't so much any more. Even stranger was some pieces that didn't use to fit together, did now.

Stranger still, he started noticing the little girl puzzles were changing too. They used to be so gross to him, but now...

The little puzzle began spending more and more time with girl puzzles. He found over time that spending time with girl puzzles had a tremendous effect on his pieces.

Some girl puzzles had him so confused that he was just a heap of mismatchyness.

Some girl puzzles had him together in minutes.

One girl puzzle in particular had his attention for longer than usual. She seemed like such a nice puzzle. She even helped him put all his pieces together... only to knock them all apart again when he wasn't looking.

This had our little puzzle very startled. So much so, in fact, that when he did get all knocked to pieces, he couldn't quite find them all for some time. And even when he did find all that there were to find, there were still some missing.

His first thought was that the girl puzzle had taken them from him when he wasn't looking. He got very angry and was about to go after her for them. But, he realized that was just silly.

If she did have his pieces, he would know it. They were his, after all. No, she did not have those pieces. Those pieces didn't exist anymore. They never did. You see, in putting himself together our little puzzle ended up with some pieces of the girl puzzle. She filled in places that he had lost or thrown out along the way.

Those places where the girl puzzle's pieces used to be made the little puzzle sad at first. He was not really whole afterall.

But then he thought some more about it, and smiled. And thought some more and smiled some more. By the time he was done thinking he was grinning from ear to ear.

He realized that being whole is the best thing there is to not be.

The whole fun of a puzzle is in the putting it together.

COMMENTS:

Joey, something makes me think this isn't a story about puzzles...and I think...if I read it correctly... you're trying tell me that you're really in love with me? I don't know Joey...you really shouldn't have posted this online for everyone. You have my e-mail. But the answer is yes....I'll meet you on the steps of the Massachusetts Supreme Court. Should I wear the dress or you?
Ben Siemon 01.08.07 - 10:00 pm

I love puzzles. They keep life interesting.
Bess 01.09.07 - 12:52 am

HAHAHAHA. Ben I friggin love you... but not like THAT. I love you like a man loves a nice glass of scotch.
Joey 01.09.07 - 2:28 pm

"I love you like a man loves a nice glass of scotch."
I don't know about you, but I love my scotch sexually.
Crohn 01.09.07 - 4:42 pm

http://digitalarts.ucsd.edu/ arch...singpiece2.html
Scarlett O'Hara (probably Noel. just a guess) 01.17.07 - 5:28 pm