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1 CLIMB

2 INJUSTICE

3 GHANDI

4 IDENTITY CRISIS

5 HOLLOW

6 CATASTROPHIC

7 ASSUME

8 TEAR DROP

9 SURRENDER

10 VICTORY

Thanksgiving, 2007

It's not every day I get to [1] climb the hills near the Hollywood Sign, in Griffith Park, Los Angeles, California. It wasn't to right some great [2] injustice, or to sit in Lotus, [3] Ghandi-like, and peacefully watch the world. Nor was I having an [4] identity crisis. Nope. I just wanted to bring a turkey drumstick to an old friend.

I stopped at a [5] hollow, hidden from the trails, and, I hoped, hidden from any prying eyes, especially the park rangers. It was a foggy morning, fog blanketing the treetops, fog deadening the sounds.

I'd waited nearly an hour, when behind me, I heard the voice, "Heya Emu! What brings you to my neck o' the woods? Nothing [6] catastrophic, I [7] assume? I haven't attacked anyone, and I didn't start that fire in May, if that's what you want to know."

I turned around. Persian, whom I'd come to see, hadn't changed much. His fur was a little darker than I remembered it, which heightened his resemblance to a half-grown cougar. A [8] teardrop formed at the corner of my eye. I'd missed him more than I'd thought. "No, I just came to bring you drumstick," I told him. I fished it out of my pack, and set it down.

"Bird, cooked," he sounded disdainful, but began eating with apparent relish anyway. "Well, if you've come looking for a battle, I'm not going to [9] surrender, so your [10] victory would be hard-won," he said between bites. Odd. He sounded almost hopeful. Hard telling, though. His voice had a tinny quality, like those old metal earphones I remember from my childhood, listening to my dad's old 78s.

"How've you been?" I asked him.

"Life's pretty good here," he answered. "I don't have to chase painters off no more, 'cause them and me eats different stuff nowadays."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Plenty of deer for them, even after the fire," he said. "A big flock o' parrots lives in the park now! The catamounts don't like to climb trees to get at 'em. Fine dining, one o' them birds, and all for me." He licked his lips.

"You sure you wouldn't like to come home with me?" I asked him. "Or maybe I could drive you across the border to where your kind are?"

"Nah, I gots to be free, gots to be me," said Persian. "And those others of my kind, as you say, they don't talk! What good are they? Borrrrinng!! I'm staying put right here." He licked a forepaw, then rubbed it over his head.

"How about if we go for a short walk, then, old buddy?" I asked.

"If we're seen, what will people think?" he asked.

"They'll think a man's out walking his pet cougar, without a leash," I told him.

He guffawed. "Sure, let's go."

...and if anyone had seen us, they would have seen two old friends walking together.

Young Henry Ramos, due to his large part in leading the other students in a CLIMB to success against the INJUSTICE of the school system, at the moment felt like a young Mahatma GANDHI. He was aiding his fellow students in their time of need, this IDENTITY CRISIS that seemed to be nearing an epidemic. The school uniforms were simply HOLLOW and dreary. Black shirt, gray slacks or skirt, and black shoes. Henry was feeling mighty confident. However there seemed to be something in the way of his bravery, and he knew what it was.

The last attempt at a uniform-free life had been CATASTROPHIC. He had ASSUMED that the school board would be eager to end this quickly and quietly, without a TEAR DROP of publicity from the media. The exact opposite had happened. The local news station was doing a continuing story on the boycott, and the school system refused to SURRENDER.

No matter however, this next battle would be the one of VICTORY. Henry knew it. There was no other choice.

I did CLIMB a tree to tell the people that a great INJUSTICE has befallen the peaceful, sweet GHANDI. All of a sudden, I became faint hanging on that tree. Great! But, worse yet I had what they call as an IDENTITY CRISIS. All I could do was speak like an owl .Who ?, who? who? As fate would have it, I fell off the tree and hit HOLLOW ground, actually it really was a hole. You know how CATASTROPHIC that was, and I ASSUME it was a a huge TEAR DROP, (Not to be mistaken for rain drops) which ran down my supple smooth olive skinned face. " Oh, gosh, the Indians are coming." said I. Since I was situated in a hole with an Identity crises and one big fat tear, I had no alternative, but to SURRENDER, and give them the VICTORY.

My blood pressure started to climb, how could I tolerate this injustice? I'd need the patience of Ghandi to get past this identity crisis. Who would have guessed my hollow existence could suffer such a catastrophic event? My only hope was this little blue pill I held in my hand. I could only assume it would restore me to my former glory. A single tear drop rolled down my cheek as I surveyed the wounded soldier, but I would never surrender, I would know victory!

was so hot a day, i could not climb anymore , what an injustice my husband has served to me, sending me to india to climb mountains, am not ghandi, i dont belong in india, jus because he is havin a identity crisis we all have to suffer(he believes he was from india in another life and wants to reclaim his roots, i know at times he can be a bit thick but my friends say he has a hollow head and needs help before something catastrophic happens, like believing he is god or something and thinking he can hover above the skys, my husband has always been a bit strange, i assume it comes from when his mom dropped him on his head as a baby, i assume, when i think about it, hmmm he really is jus still a baby, well acts like one anyway, god forbid i touch a tool in his shed, he would have the biggest tommy teardrop tantrum u ever have seen, but being the perfect wife i am i will surrender to my husbands wishes and continue to climb mountains to plz him, am at the top of my 1st mountain....victory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at last i made it :) now i jus want to go home to oz and get smashed :)

Okay, here goes nothing:

His name was GHANDI and he was in a IDENTITY CRISIS. So he tryed to CLIMB the wall of a HOLLOW building and said "This is CATASTROPHIC! I ASSUME my name is VICTORY but how would I know..." Then the police came. "SURRENDER! You are under arrest for the INJUSTICE of nature!" Then all you could see was a TEARDROP go down his face. Then when he was at the police station they told him his name GHANDI! Finally! Mystery solved!

Wow! I can't believe I did it! LOL!

NO! I DIDN'T READ CAREFULLY! THEY ARE NOT IN ORDER! OH WELL, I TRIED! HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY THOUGH!

well.

i could.

but i believe i sense some laziness...

lol.

it happens to all of us.

...yes i can.......