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From: "The Parker Household" 
Subject: Fw: Imitation Hemingway Contest Winner (Humor)
Date: Fri, 2 Feb 997 8:54:42 -0500
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I think this is pretty damn funny. I guess if you didn't read hemingway or fight the bugs
it is not.


						-charles

>   The Bug Count Also Rises
>    -- by John Browne
> 
>   In the fall of that year the rains fell as usual and washed the leaves of
>   the dust and dripped from the leaves onto the ground.  The shuttles drove
>   through the rainy streets and took the people to meetings, then later
>   brought them back, their tires spraying the mist into the air.  Many days
>   he stood for a long time and watched the rain and the shuttles and drank
>   his double-tall mochas.  With the mochas he was strong.
> 
>   Hernando who worked down the hall and who was large with microbrews came
>   to him and told him that the ship day was upon them but the bugs were not
>   yet out.  The bugs which were always there even when you were in Cafes
>   late
>   at night sipping a Redhook or a double-tall mocha and you thought you were
>   safe but they were there and although Enrico kept the floor swept clean
>   and the mochas were hot the bugs were there and they ate at you.
> 
>   When Hernando told him this he asked how many bugs.
> 
>   "The RAID is huge with bugs," Hernando said.  "The bugs are infinite."
> 
>   "Why do you ask me?  You know I cannot do this thing anymore with the
>   bugs."
> 
>   "Once you were great with the bugs," Hernando said.  "No one was
>   greater," he said again.  "Even Prado."
> 
>   "Prado?  What of Prado?  Let Prado fix the bugs."
> 
>   Hernando shrugged.  "Prado is finished.  He was gored by three Sev2's in
>   Chicago.  All he does now is drink herb tea and play with his
>   screensavers."
> 
>   "Herb tea?"
> 
>   "It is true, my friend."  Hernando shrugged again.
> 
>   Later he went to his office and sat in the dark for a long time.  Then he
>   sent e-mail to Michaels.
> 
>   Michaels came to him while he was sipping a mocha.  They sat silently for
>   awhile, then he asked Michaels, "I need you to triage for me."
> 
>   Michaels looked down.  "I don't do that anymore," he said.
> 
>   "This is different.  The bugs are enormous.  There are an infinity of
>   bugs."
> 
>   "I'm finished with that," Michaels said again.  "I just want to live
>   quietly."
> 
>   "Have you heard Prado is finished?  He was badly gored.  Now he can only
>   drink herb tea."
> 
>   "Herb tea?" Michaels said.
> 
>   "It is true," he said sorrowfully.
> 
>   Michaels stood up.  "Then I will do it, my friend," he said formally.  "I
>   will do it for Prado, who was once great with the bugs.   I will do it
>   for
>   the time we filled Prado's office with bouncy balls, and for the time
>   Prado wore his nerf weapons in the marketing hall and slew all of them
>   with no fear and only a great joy at the combat.  I will do it for all
>   the pizza we ate and the bottles of Coke we drank."
> 
>   Together they walked slowly back, knowing it would be good.  As they
>   walked
>   the rain dripped softly from the leaves, and the shuttles carried the
>   bodies
>   back from the meetings.
> 
> 
> 
> 
>   Later.
> 
>   - Jeff
> 
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