Those odd noises in the night...

The original of the event I will relate in this post is a rare piece of work to own. It is amongst my special treasures..the author's original manuscript, the tale is written in pencil, in the authors hand. It dates back to the late 70's and is some of the earliest literary works of a great writer. Enjoy...

Quite strange really, and you would think so too, if you awakened in the night to find a ghastly war raging in the midst of your kitchen. I don't know how it happened really but the french fries, left over from the big mac I had partially eaten, were making a gallant stand against a ghastly arrayed group of cockroaches.

Although surrounded by the cockroaches, the french fries were by no means defenseless, standing end to end the french fries made a shaky line perpendicular to the table. The top french fries would then jump off on a flabbergasted cockroach, squashing the poor devil into the table, then quickly running back to the line and ascending to the top, which i deemed impossible if it were not for the ridges.

The small container of ketchup was playing no idle part in this conspiracy. While the cockroaches were thoroughly occupied it had succeeded in edging behind one of the cockroaches, a singular brave french frie then charged the cockroach and sent him retreating into the crimson mulch, of which he never returned.

The cockroaches then began a hasty retreat but then a huge chunk of animated baking soda rolled off the counter and onto the table. The french fries seemed to understand immediately and a group of them followed the lifelike chunk toward a partially drunken bottle of pop. The baking soda was then hoisted upward on the backs of 3 french fries, meanwhile the cockroaches were scurrying across the ceiling to their hidden refuge behind the light socket.

The baking soda plopped into the bottle as the three french fries wedged themselves into the opening. The timing was superb for as the frantic cockroaches were directly over the bottle the french fries departed upward with a resounding kamikaze pop and stuck to the ceiling were the cockroaches and 3 of the bravest french fries I've seen.

The big mac was convulsing in involuntary sobs and the remaining french fries paraded slowly, heads bowed, towards their respectful saucer.
(by C.K. Cearley approx. 1975)

While most of us would have rolled over and listened for a moment, thinking we had heard something in the kitchen, then drifting back to sleep, I'm grateful that the writer of that tale was in a position to have witnessed what happened in the middle of the night that most of us would have never known anything about.

And while he is a published author now, but not by that name, I wanted to share this before the pencil lead became too faded...but "the rest of the story"...what name is his works today published in?...you would have to ask Paul Harvey to reveal.