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[URA]

However, it turned out that singing 'Nothing could be finer than Elizabeth Regina, in the morning' to the tune of "Inna Gadda Da Vida" isn't what everyone else in the bus had in mind as an old American folk song...

 

[Lost4words]

So, they all decided to throw stones at Trump who, turned, and ran away with his tail between his legs!

 

[URA]

The people were very confused as to how Trump had grown a tail, but there it was!

 

[ItIsFinished!]

Then they realized they shouldn't be throwing stones , but rather shaking their bones.

 

[Phil.Stein]

a gnarled, old, witch-doctor - who must have been close to a thousand years old - came up and started handing out bones to the people, who dutifully started shaking them in the general direction of the retreating preacher, trump, until a voice called out, "hey! that's no witch-dctor. thats hilary clinton!"

 

[patrick jane]

Hillary the Witch Doctor looked hideous that day as usual, but she became agitated; foaming at the mouth.

 

[Philip_B]

Thankfully the Bondi Vet was on hand to administer the appropriate medication and calm the situation down, whilst a trained parrot on his shoulder was heard singing Tie me kangaroo down sport, tie me kangaroo down.

 

[URA]

But this whole time, they were being watched by drones...

 

[Serving Zion]

The zombies that once seemed a horde, now pale.

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[ItIsFinished!]

Thanks to the encapsulating sounds of the crystal flutes of the Redwoods .

 

[Serving Zion]

(or rather, it was the voices of the birds in the trees, to be precise).

 

[Philip_B]

And as it had done for a thousand years the redwood stream made its was from the mountain to the coast, and the Chinook Indian paddler, in the path of his fathers and of his father's fathers, and of his father's father's father, deeply at one with his history and tradition, in unison with his environment, and in harmony with the precision of the birds in the trees whose carefully crafted song was made for this moment, for these ears, to affirm the wonder of this journey, and to ensure that it's meaning and purpose is declared to a world yet unaware.

 

[BlueEdgar]

Next to the Chinook Indian paddler, calm and dignified, sat his black cat Oscar who had no affiliation with politics, but did enjoy a cup of piping hot tea on a cold winter’s day.

 

[Philip_B]

The light filtered through the redwood trees and glistened in Oscar's eyes, as Oscar reflected on the ancient truth that Cats and People like birds for different reasons, yet this was not the time of the place, yet quietly, receding into the dark, Oscar quietly relished the thought of a bird dinner, and quietly turn his head to gaze into the water to see what fish there might be to accompany the feast.

 

[Phil.Stein]

the zombies, meanwhile, looking quite dissatisfied and feeling somewhat cheated that they had been unable to source a brain from the skull of the medicated witch-doctor, turned their attention to the indian paddler, his black cat oscar, and the veritable tribe of forefathers in whose paths he was paddling.

 

[URA]

This deeply concerned everybody, except Oscar the cat, who was still deep in contemplation over bird dinners.

 

[Phil.Stein]

This deeply concerned everybody, except Oscar the cat, who was still deep in contemplation over bird dinners.

the oldest of the forefathers, whose name was mad-as-rattlesnake-on-cooking-stones, gestured toward oscar the cat, then toward the pale but dissatisfied zombies who were starting to assemble, moaning, along the river bank shore.

 

[Philip_B]

Oscar, whose effort in this great endeavour was simply to go along for the ride, mused to himself that life was good, and he wondered if he raised his paw with claws outstretched if some jumping fish might simply be caught mid flight, some sort of feline drive through takeaway fast food, and relentlessly Chasing-Life, drove the oar deeper and deeper, all but silently save for the ripple and the dripping water, and he knew that this journey was freedom, for he had thought that this was a journey into freedom, but now here in this chiming forest stream he knew that freedom was the journey, not the destination, and a deep interior smile and and inner peace arose, and he lifted up his heart.

 

[URA]

But alas, the great religious experience of Oscar the Cat went unnoticed by the people being chased by the zombies, for something much more significant happened...

 

[Serving Zion]

*Thud!* .. A drone. Thud. Thud.

The living now paler than the zombies.. all except one, of course. And his face was shining as the sun, his palms beheld the sky and they all drew near to hear him. "Who is this man?" They all wondered. "For he even commands the drones to fall from the sky!".

Preacher Trump unmoved by the sudden attention. He'd never sought the praise of men, and He'd never known the fierceness of a hungry zombie horde..

But, nobody could quite understand the things he was saying, resembling holy scripture, though unrecognised..