|Very Slight Stories | Like short stories, only shorter.||
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The Cuckoo Clock
Cynthia had a cuckoo clock. Every hour the cuckoo came out of its house and sang its song. She noticed that the sound it made was slightly flat, so she decided to tune it.
The next time it came out, she was there to catch it. She made a few adjustments before letting it back in. She waited an hour for its next appearance, but it still sounded out of tune.
She waited another hour so she could have another go at tuning it, but the cuckoo saw what she was up to. It came out ten minutes early and she missed it. After this, it was impossible to predict when it would emerge from its house, and it always came out very quietly, before singing its song very quickly and going back inside.
She couldn't watch it all the time, so she trained her dog to sit in front of the clock and bark every time the cuckoo appeared. She was able to catch the bird again, and she made another attempt to tune it. The sound still wasn't quite right, so she kept the dog at his lookout post.
But the cuckoo started looking behind the dog, as if there was something there, so the dog turned around. The cuckoo managed to train the dog to turn around every time the doors opened.
Cynthia found the solution in a dream...
in a dream...
in a dream...
in a dream...
Cynthia woke up and said, "Ben's falcon!"
On the following day she went to see Ben, who had a falcon. He was training the falcon to be a mime artist. Cynthia saw the bird's act and said, "He looks as if he's banging his head against a wall."
"No," Ben said, "he's... nodding in agreement."
"He's nodding in agreement with what I said about banging his head against a wall."
Cynthia's plan was the use the falcon to scare the cuckoo into submitting to being tuned, and the cuckoo looked terrified when it emerged from its house to see a falcon right in front of it. But the next time it came out it looked more curious than afraid, and eventually it just seemed to be thinking, "That falcon looks as if he's banging his head against a wall."
Cynthia found the solution in another dream: build a robot to sort the whole thing out. She hasn't actually built it yet, but she's confident it will work. In her dream, the robot scared the falcon from her head.
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They Met a Bear
They stopped in a small seaside town and they went for a walk. They met a bear.
This is one version of the story. In another version, they met a sailor, and in this one they ended up being held at gunpoint on a speedboat and becoming unwilling participants in a diamond robbery while disguised as a cow, and sharing in the proceeds of that crime.
So when they tell the story they just say, "We met a bear. He waved at us."
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One. Two. Three, the study. Four, a candle stick. Five. Six...
Seven is missing, presumed dead. One has taken up the case, and two is helping him in his investigations. They both suspect six. Seven was last seen next to six in the garden.
But seven isn't really dead. He's consumed half a bottle of whiskey and he's currently in the orchard, talking to a rabbit. "One of us is as boring as a gate post," he says, "and it's not..." He stops to count on his fingers. "No, actually it is me."
Eight nine ten.
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Debbie was sick of people mistaking her for a man.
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She was sick of people asking her that too.
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