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P4. Today's Prompt: What's behind the door behind the bar? See the thing about the door behind the bar is; if you go through it, you never know where you will end up. Sometimes it takes you directly to the basement. The first time I went through it I was following a troupe of visiting monkeys. I ended up in Monkey Land. Today I thought, well I'll just take my book down and sit quietly in the comfy chair upholstered in a riotous flower pattern and drink a cup of oat stem tea, while I read for a while. I'm right in the middle of "Tastes Like War" a memoir by Grace M. Cho. One of her quotes really charged me to read on; to find out what happened to her in her life--"How many times had women who told the truth been muzzled with the label of madness?" The thing about today is when I walked through the door Red the Orangutang was standing there. Wordsmitthy says, Red is Andre's 4th cousin 6 times removed, family. Also, I felt kind of woozy because of the expanse of open country before me. Red was holding on to a two-seater bicycle he motioned me to take a seat. What could I do? I have to say I was quite hesitant but after all a bike ride? I can ride a bike. It can't be all that bad except Red the orangutang was in the front seat driving. Red is actually wider than me. I tried to lean a little to the right to look around him to see where we were. eek! Warning watch this at your own risk. Anyone with a heart condition should be exceptionally cautious. A Actually, it wasn't too bad until we took the right wing of the V in the trail. All word count on WDC:308 |