5 MWE

He was not a journalist, and he was not rude. When he tamped sugar against a chairleg, he used a piece of wood. Once, after a thunderstorm, very early in the morning, he looked into a spoon and saw the shape of a dog. It was a breed of dog. The dog was a certain--but unidentifiable--breed of the creature. He sometimes was puffy. He learned to swim at a late age. He, an adult, learned how in a large pool with children. Most everyone in the pool was a child except for him. There he was--learning to swim. His sister had learned to swim when he was a boy. His parents had bought a special one-piece suit for her. The suit, all about it, had pockets that could hold chunks of styrofoam. Each styrofoam chunk was about the size of a hotdog bun and could slide into one of those pockets. There must have been twelve of those pockets. The idea was to remove one stryo chunk as the child got a little better at swimming. His parents, though, removed only the six stryo chunks that were on his sister's stomach. So, when she went in the pool, she was forced on her face.

Such that there was burning. There was stinging. Five rows of people in orange plastic seats--and all of them sprayed with a Police aerosol. He had an urge to eat something. He was responsible for the failure of the crop. He could have washed the rocks, but he didn't. He left them as he had found them--covered with filth. Very rarely was he rowdy. He never got his levels right. He wanted to learn how to speak harshly. He looked for lessons but never found them. She wore shirts that had pills in the armpits and under the breasts. She had jewelry from her grandmother, but she never wore it. An old man has rubberbands looped around the handcontrols in his car. The old man makes odd handsignals at a younger man. The younger man cannot interpret the handsignals. What was there ever to say? There was no curiosity present. It was not yet in existence. Instead, all he felt was the spit on his teeth. He was ready to cut open a belly to see if it had license plate in it. Turtle shells. Anything moving and metal and shined. Who was it shined by? He wanted to be shined by his friend.

He made a concrete structure that went up 100 feet. The concrete structure was just open. It was a building with no top and no floors in it. It was just an empty rectangle that went up 100 feet and was on its side. He had this structure, and he filled it with dirt. He had eight sons, and he told them that the first one to dig from the top of the structure and make it out a door on the bottom would be the only one to get an inheritance. So those eight sons. They tried to dig, but their tunnels would so often intersect. Some of the sons dug in earnest--but others were really only in it to ruin what was going on. Some of the sons died in their tunnels. Did any one of them get to the bottom and through that door? One hundred feet of dirt to dig down into--and all your brothers digging down, too. The one to get through it all will be the one to get my fortune. But the joke was that all eight of them killed each other trying to get down. The old man was left with no sons to leave anything to, and he was too old to have any more sons. He saw what he had made. It was very simple. A concrete structure that went up 100 feet and was filled with dirt. His structure was simpler than things made by other people thousands of years ago. All his sons dead--or maybe they weren't all sons. Or maybe anyone could have gotten involved.