A Dialogue - Oct 2010

Noa Sheidlower
October 16th 2010

Once upon a time, when the world was so new and all, down after the northern desert, deep in the great grey-green greasy Limpopo river all set about with fever trees, there was a Baboon. He was sitting in a tree. Down at the bottom of the tree, staring up at the Baboon was a Djinn. The Djinn was the Djinn of the deserts, so his mood was not very great in the great grey-green greasy Limpopo river all set about with fever trees. As you can tell.
"Come here you jungle bum!"
"Come up and get me yourself you desert worm!"
"Well, I'm smarter than you because I know there aren't any worms in the desert! Ha!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
And they went back and forth like that for hours but I/ they are not telling you that, O' my good friend, because it would take to long and by the time that they are finished, I,O' my good friend, will be asleep. And so the Djinn did what the Baboon said.
"Fine. All right, I will."
"Good. I can't wait to see you fall!"
"I won't fall you over sized sock-puppet!"
"Oh yeah? Then prove it!"
"Yeah, then I will!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Okay, then do it!"
"All right I will!"
Just then, O' my good friend, a Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake slithered past the tree, rolling his eyes and saying,
"Oh. Such rambunctious children."
"Hey!" Protested the Djinn and the Baboon as one. The snake just slithered away. The Baboon and the Djinn kept on fighting.
"DO IT!"
"Jeez! Fine! I'll do it! Don't need to be soo pushy, pushy!"
And so the Djinn grabbed on to a branch and pulled himself up. The Djinn really was an awful climber when it comes to trees. But he got fairly far, when he slipped and grabbed on to the Baboon's tail.
"Hey!! What are you doing?! Let go! That hurts!"
"Sorry! HHEELLPP!!!!!!"
"Uh-uh. Now LET GO!!!"
"No I can't! Do you want me to fall and die?!"
"..... Yes."
"Hey! I #@te you!"
"I know. You should."
"What?!"
" Oh never mind!"
And just then, O' my good Friend, a magical flood started up and began to flow towards the Limpopo Fever Tree that the baboon and the Djinn were in, and the magical flood started to rise to a great and a terribly terrifying height The Baboon realized this he was about to tell the Djinn to be careful because of the flood, but then he remembered what he had said to the Djinn and stayed quiet.
"Hey! What is that wet stuff? Ha ha! It tickles! Wait a minute. Jungle, Limpopo river, High tide....... there's a magical flood!!!! Wow! I'm smart! Wait another minute.... HELP! HELP!! HELP!!! HHHHEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Baboon rolled his eyes but reached down and grabbed the Djinn by his arm and pulled.
"Ooohhh! you're heavy!! what have you been eating?!"
"Sun onions, sand ice cream, salt water lemonade and snake scales."
"Oh gross!"
"Hey! Don't drop me!"
"Well sor-ry!"
"HEY! If you're sorry, then hold me! ......wait. that sounded wrong."
"Yeah. you're right my friend."
"Ha ha! I'm not your friend! ............... Or am I?"
"I dunno. You might be."
"Am I or am I not your friend?!"
"Um..... Do you want to be friends? Or not?"
"Um..... I don't know.? Do you want to be my friend?"
"Do you want to be my friend?"
" Do you want to be my friend?"
"Okay. If we continue doing this 'do you want to be my friend?' thing we'll never know if we're going to be or are already friends or not!"
"You have a point. Are you my friend?"
" ....................... Yes. I guess so. are you my friend or not?"
" ....................... Yes a guess so."
" Okay. Now that we've declared our friendship...... are you going to help get me up this tree or not?!"
" Oh, right! Sorry!!"
" Oofff!!! Maybe a bit gentler or softer next time?!"
" Sorry."
" 's okay. Oh and by the way. Thanks. you are a very strong monkey. I- I mean Baboon."
"Your welcome, and thank you. I think."
" Well, the flood went down. I think I'm going to go home to my peaceful yet wild and crazy desert. 'Bye and big time phileo!"
" 'Bye and big time phileo to you too."
And with some help from the Baboon, O' my good friend, the Djinn was climbing down from the tree and went off with a couple of waves from the hands and the Djinn went on his way home to his very own (and by "own," O' my good friend, I mean he is the Djinn of all of the deserts, so he technically "owns it.) peaceful yet wild and crazy home in the middle of the desert, where he can lie down in his sand hut and go right to sleep for all eternity, or just until he is called again or until he can schedule another what the lazy Camel calls a play- date, with his new friend the Baboon. And now, O' my good friend, I now have to lay myself down for my own sleep- filled nap, and who knows? I just might get a nice little visit from the dream god Morpheus!



Big time Phileo! Love NOA!!!!!!!;)