Episode 25

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Egypt. There I was, in Egypt. I was by the Sphinx. It stinks; I wanted to be by the airport. I began to walk, and as I walked, I reflected on heat. The sun is very hot. I tend to think I am very hot as well, but the ladies don’t seem to think so. I walked, and I walked, through the dry, dry desert. And I wished for some dessert. I really wished for some water. There was water nowhere to be found. Nowhere to be found was water. Water to be found. No water…water…maybe…a bath…or a waterfall. A waterfall, hey! There, up on the hill I saw…a port-a-potty. I rushed towards the john. I was almost there when suddenly…it was gone. I had heard of this happening before, my friend Mirage told me about it. It’s supposed to be called a mirage. Sighing, I turned and continued through the desert. No water, and no place to go to the bathroom. And then I paused and reflected on mirages. Then, up in the distance, I saw another. (a mirage that is) It was a puddle the size of a pond. The color of glass, with a consistency of…water, or I would hope. I ran, then I shifted into maximum overdrive, and I ran faster. I was afraid the pool would disappear if I didn’t make it fast enough. I got ready to dive into the water, when a shot rang out! I stiffened, and fell into the water. I pretended to play dead hoping that whoever had fired the shot would think I was kilt. But I forgot, I didn’t know how to swim. Suddenly, a bird fell out of the sky. It croaked: “I’ve been shot!” as it fell into the water. I had not been shot, the bird had. And then I realized, I was in the water. And I drank the whole puddle dry.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappear.