It was our third day out
from base camp. We spent
most of the morning struggling
through the relentlessly thick
jungle. On the advice of our
guide, we abandoned the trail.
a few hours ago. We walked
on plagued with doubt and
fear. We stopped for milk and
cookies.
As the day wore on, the
jungle became less dense
until we came to the edge of a
clearing. There we waited.
Darkness came quickly there
and soon the noises of the
day gave way to those which
ruled the night.
We awoke the next.
morning to the smell of coffee.
Everyone was gathered
around the fire except for two;
they were hauled off and
eaten by wild animals last
night.
The field was now bathed
in light. A procession of small,
negroid children streamed out,
and soon they began to play
on the opposite side. As they
ran naked about in the
clearing, we noticed one that
was especially quick and
agile. He was called Dune
(pictured above). Megan, one
of the porters, gave him a Blow
PopTM. From this moment on, Dune
was ours; the quest was over.
In the years to come we taught
him many things. Some, like nollie
to tail grabs (pictured below), came
naturally; others like wearing
clothes, eating with utensils, and
using the toilet, did not. Eventually
he learned English, and soon
afterwards he could speak in
complete sentences. Now he was
ready. Ready for his new life...
Dune's first contests were somewhat of a
disappointment But he persevered and with our
guidance started doing rather well, going as far
as the N.S.A. finals. Finally, Dune outgrew the
boundaries of a mere amateur: it was decided
that he should become professional.
Under rigorous scheduling, Dune spent the
next year between international tours, photo
shoots, mini mall appearances, Afro Sheen
endorsements, aquatic theme park showings,
and accountants' meetings. Even under such
superhuman demands, Dune still found time to
stalk stray animals and howl at the moon. As a
reward for Dune's obedience we decided to give
him a professional model skateboard deck. It
sold very well and soon money began to pour
in. But since Dune had not yet grasped the
concept of money we decided not to burden his
simple mind with any of the profits. Instead these
proceeds were used to establish a wild game
preserve, where other children could be hunted
down and captured for their own benefit.
As Dune became more and more proficient
he attempted many difficult maneuvers. One day
he became seriously injured and could not walk.
We took Dune to the hospital. After examining
him, for what seemed like hours, the doctor
finally turned to us and smiled. He said that while
he would not be able to skate anymore, with
therapy he would soon learn to walk again.
Upon saying good night I paused to reflect on
what an incredible life this child has had. He
was indeed fortunate that we
were here to look after him.
Later that night we had Dune
put to sleep.
The End
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