Tyrrany

It had been a pleasant day in the countryside. The friends called out to one another as they wandered back to their homes. A couple noticed their Queen approaching and bowed to pay homage. But one of the citizens noticed a change in the air. Something was not right. Their beloved Queen ordered the citizens to disperse. They were loaded into cattle cars and told that they were being sent to a detention center. It was for their own good. In confusion one of the inmates tried to understand. What had he done? Why was he singled out? But the Queen would not relent. The citizen was told that he had not met all of the requirements of citizenry. His period of self-compliance was over, and now he would be forced to obey. Separated from the rest of the crowd, he was confined in a small cell. Waiting the unknown, apprehensive and anxious, he wondered if he would live to see his family again. He had heard of strange tortures, even been subjected to some painful "remedies" in the past. But now, this was different. A dark cloud of despair covered his life and darkened his mind. A guard entered the room with various paraphernalia. Some looked innocuous, but one syringe caught his eye. Was this the drug he had heard of? Was this the way it was to end? The guard grabbed him and tied him to the table. The Queen stood by watching, assuring that the citizen was compliant. He was painfully stabbed, and then, almost as if it had never happened, released. Papers were signed; quietly he returned to his home. But mistrust had been bred. He would lead an uprising, and soon... --------- That's the way it was in my son's mind anyway. Actually, the boys had a nice time at the Exchange Camp. They enjoyed meeting other kids and trying out GPS equipment in the park. After camp, I took #1 over to the Health Dept. for his Meningitis shot. The poor boy was beside himself with apprehension and worry. I know how he felt; I get the same way. I tried to get his mind off of it, but you have to wait so long that there is only so much you can talk about. But like the tyrranical Marie Antoinette, who suggested cake to her populace, I made an offer of ice cream. We had to wait until evening to get it, as he didn't feel up to it right away, but I think the damage is over... There aren't any more shots in the very near future anyway.