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A HOUSE OF MAD MEN

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A HOUSE OF MAD MEN


JOY SUN

TABLE OF CONTENTS
1. HARM FLIES
2. AN APARTMENT SOLEY FOR THE MAD

CHAPTER 1
HARM FLIES
There once existed a lovely island among a quarter of forty hills in a place called Demerenro. Too hot and too good, and in the language of hevian slaves "blessed".
It had hot bananas, a breed of bananas that produced within a cycle of two weeks and had atleast 60 bunches per pseudophyte. They were giant bananas.
But the Sawre farmers, a clan in NextWill knew this blessed land had large, harmful flies called harmflies that had divergent probosces that stung like serpents. It made them avoid the hills. Otoro, a land on the fortieth hill was known for its incessant cases of frequent mad men. They, for the sake of saftey and lack of a remedy for the mentally ill among them, dumped them travelling through the long distance on paddled canoes through the sea. It took approximately thirty days to circumvent these thirsty hills and barren islands to arrive at this hill called Zilla hill. It was usually a tortuous journey. All the people of Demerenro knew. The canoe men, particularly, hated the ordeal.


CHAPTER 2
AN APARTMENT SOLEY FOR THE MAD
Time had passed and the several mad men from Otoro, were dumped at the shores of Zilla hill. Each wandered and muttered words best known to himself isolatedly in each part of the hill fighting away harm flies. Unknown to them, as mad men love free things, there was an abandoned hut made by fishermen who lived in the island. The mad men survived the harm flies eating the hot bananas, while fighting them away. Some of them sat under trees to rest and sleep, and to talk to themselves on sobrate soliloquy, as the part of the first who arrived Zilla. It was so chilly, but mad men don't care while they die by little infections. One of them lay on his belly on the earth while ants stung him, and talked to all the ants in his sleep, saying "you ants; all of you are silly. Don't you see that the king of Goldland is lying down on his rocky, glorious bed? I'll pick a stick and give all of you a stroke each. Okay, I'll forgive you because the preacher standing here said I should and I am a good man. How do you see that? All of you, clap for me" he kept muttering all night with hot upon hot roughly peeled banana on his hand and some spread around him, and some used for pillow.
On the following morning, he stood up and tip-toed as he heard a sound on the nearby hot banana pseudophyte. Then, he paused on close range and said: "Who is that damned thief on the king of Goldland's banana? Surely, you will die by hanging." Then he shouted, motioning to the ants: "My boys, remember, I spared you last night for loitering around the golden bed of the king of Goldland because of what the preacher said? Now, mobilize and get up to deal with this thief on the king of Goldland's bananas." It was in response to another mad man having his way on a hot banana pseudophyte nearby. The other mad man started clipping down plenty of ripe bananas from the giant stem which had nearly over forty bunches stuck to it, as clipped by other mad men, all the while crying and saying: " I know you and your master have a plan. But I will eat and run and go and hide, and you will not be able to beat me; bad people." Then the other whispered, "I forgive you for what the preacher said yesterday." Then, they heard another step of someone coming closer to the bunches with a stick. It was a wilder mad man. He looked more muscular and domineering with gloss plaque covered teeth. Then he said "Who is stealing from the garden of Eden planted by me?" Both of the first mad men knew he meant no mess and started racing as he pursued them. He pursued the first one who ran and knelt down and said "I beg you, pity a sinner." This other mad man was not hesitant and broke the stick on the kneeling mad man's head as he begged. The mad man bled and fell down shouting, "have mercy on a sinner." The other who had taken to heels far into the Zilla thicket was shouting "the king of Goldland has been dethroned. Who will have mercy? Goldland is lost. Oh, Goldland is lost!"
Unknown to him as he fled, he met another more temperate mad man who was whistling and clipping and feeding on some banana, then stopped to greet him, saying: "Experience has taught me to be careful, but how are you, my brother?" This other mad man did not answer and kept whistling. After about three times of what seemed a passionate plea, the new mad man pointed to him with his right index finger and said: "I told you yesterday that I will break your head if I find you around any of these (then he knelt down to the banana pseudophyte he was plucking from and said), blessed tree", touching it and turning his eyes upward as if he were talking to someone. "Since you don't want my kind gesture, I've left - oh. Bye-bye", replied the other and left peacefully. "But another mad man will meet you one day. Especially that your brother. Bye." The parted mad man kept moving from safe banana pseudophyte to another clipping off banana and eating them. Till he, as he loved tip-toeing, spotted a hut and got near it. He had an instinct for safety and always did this so he could take to heels and escape if he encountered the worst. He moved close by and saw that the hut was quite wide, daubed on mud floor, but did what he should not have done in the first place: he stopped and counted and found out that there were altogether thirty-six sleeping mad men in the hut safely having their rest on the matted floor, then picked a stick and jokingly started prodding on one of them and saying " Se fini sleepe?" The other mad man woke up and saw an old kettle abandoned by the last dwelling fishermen and used it severely on the offender's head. He began to cry as the other used the kettle on him and said "See, what brother could do to brother!" while sobbing. It stirred the whole other mad men who wake up and started feasting on him. One particular one that had a deformed leg and a bad eye came near and wielded a big stick and pointing at both of them said "all noisemakers will be severely punished." Some of them muttered words and slept over again. Then, two of them told the disturbant to kneel down outside the hut and placed the kettle on his head, and asked him to sing the song his mother taught him from wherever he came. He obliged and started singing, serving his punishment. It was a hot, sultry, sunny weather. All the other mad men stood up in all directions and started fighting each other for disturbing. Instantly, a swarm of harm flies were stirred from a nearby set of hot bananas and attacked them. The mad men scattered in all direction. One very stupid one stooped to gather the hot bananas he had picked up from a pseudophyte and was heavily stung by the harm flies nearly to a coma while others escaped. He fell on his back and cried while the harm flies left, singing "doh, doh; don't cry. It's bad, it's good, oh, oh, oh, don't cry", while heavily crying and using his left foot on the matted loam. Then after a while, he sighed and moaned and kept quiet. Some of the other mad men who scattered in all directions from the attack were busy plucking and feeding from the hot bananas while the harm flies stung them. Finally, the harm flies left and the mad men who were either holding their stomachs and growling or crying or groaning and would not leave the hot bananas in either a hand or mouth, finally had a rest. Some of them never returned to the hut again. One particular mad man was funny. He would turn a distance away and then point to the swam of harm flies which were scattered over saying " be born again."
Each with his sting, finally, the harm flies escapade ended with tending a sting while still holding a hot banana on one hand or in the mouth. The evening breeze blew slightly, the grazes were full of graces from God and some of them slept with hot banana in their hands while some went back to the hut. It was such a harsh chilly night. That night, the other abandoned mad man died and never woke up. By the morning, with each grizzled, yellowish plaqued glossy teeth, some of the mad men went out for more hot bananas. They came back in the afternoon and lay night after night for one week till the decaying smell of the dead mad man had to appeal to their slightly perceiving noses. Flies began to troop in to perch on the dead mad man's corpse. Yet, some of the mad men returned at noon in the hot sun still with either some hot bananas in the armpit, others in mouth and others in hand. Gradually, unhinted by anything else, all the other mad men left the hut. But one mad man in particular did something funny. He came in in the hot afternoon and looked at the stinking corpse and said 'You're mad! You're foolish! You're crazy" and started fighting it while with his hot bananas in his armpit and while munching some, this way scattering the corpse. But something strange had happened. Each mad man had contracted an infection and with their unbrushed, yellow, greasy, glossy and plaqued teeth and harm flies sting, were dying one by one as each day passed, while still groaning or lamenting or crying with hot bananas in either their armpits, their heads as pillows, or their mouths till they all finally died. Sad enough, though they died the hot banana fields on Zilla hill still stood, grew and multiplied. If you went there, you would still find them.

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