Episode 70

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith.
I wanted to bake a cake. I am a rather good baker you know. I just needed to borrow a cup of sugar from one of my neighbors. Mr. Jones, of course, was already dead and I didn’t know the people who had moved into his house since. Little Timmy of course, wouldn’t have any, and if he did, it would be imaginary. Mr. McKnight on my other side would be the best guess. I waltzed over to his house. I strolled up to his front door. And bashed it in. I couldn’t understand why he yelled at me to get out. I didn’t even get any sugar. But that’s ok. I would substitute baking soda instead. My cake would turn out ok. I didn’t have any flour, but I had another white substance lying around the house I used instead. I am not at liberty to discuss what it was. I was also out of eggs, so I used another excellent thickener...goats milk. And I also added many other secret ingredients which I cannot discuss. When my cake was done, I realized I had stumbled across some dynamite. I decided to try it out. No, I didn’t do it in my house, I’m not that dumb. I did it in Mr. McKnight’s house. I then I paused and reflected on life, and the Bible verse “love thy neighbor as thyself. And I realized, I can be a cruel person. I felt sorrow for my sins. I repented, and was baptized. That was when Mr. McKnight threw me in the pool.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.