Predictability and Chaos

One fateful sunny day 

I was walking through the park

I was only just sixteen

and full of pubesant spark 



I had in my breast pocket with a single purpose to assault 

the deadliest and most elastic multi functioned catapult 



I decided to myself that I would play and evil game

and so on seeing a swooping blackbird naively I took aim 

My shot was not that good and I missed



But inevitably as fate rules

directly hit a  robin in his now tender family jewels 



the now paralised plummeting bird

was not best pleased.



as well  you can imagine



and neither was the man driving the manure wagon



who was forced on a direct path



straight towards the man in the outdoor swimming bath. 



As the cart went into the pool and as gravity will tell you..



It wasnt very long before the man was bathing in cow poo 







Now if the robin had predicted that the stone would hit his regions 



then the man would not be bathing in the biproduct of unhealthy friesians 



but if the robin had predicted that this fateful thing would happen 



then it would never have been foretold 



and so follow the same pattern....   







So the message of the story is incase that you are lost 



is that predicting predictability will end in utter chaos 



and the moral of the story is incase your head is throbbing?



Never underestimate the power of a half castrated robin