suddenly_a_dolphin fyn gula impatience was a fever he wore on his forehead like a crown of misery, a prince without a country waiting for the thousand voices to declare his true failure. they wrote: "he has fallen" with a black watercolour crayon on sixteen paper grocery bags glued together. they hung it on two sturdy sticks that had fallen from a winter storm and propped it up in the soft earth, a flag declaring his identity to those who learned to read. when the king saw it, he wondered what it meant and called the prince to the throne room. the jester, who was obviously (oh really) concerned for the prince's sweaty brow dropped a large bucket of cold water on top of his head. "good show," the king said when the prince stumbled in soaked to the skin. "that will teach you to wait." and the thousand pointing fingers took a charcoal pencil and wrote the word "in" next to "he has fallen." the princess came riding up in her vespa, a max mara scarf settling about her neck after dancing in the wind of the bianca strada. she took one look at the prince, his shoulder length hair drying with flips, his cheeks flushed, one foot on top of the other as he stared out the castle window. she knew he wasn't looking at the banner, for his gaze was distant and preoccupied. the princess whispered in the jester's ear and he tiptoed outside with a secret, but not for long. the thousand eyes wrote, "he has fallen in love." and so the queen beheld the words in crayon, charcoal, and paint. she wondered what love really was and what one had to fall from and from then on she wandered the world alone. and the prince walked into an orchard where every tree had a different fruit. a pond sat at one end and this is where he went to wait. suddenly a dolphin leaped from the still water, light gleaming from it's slick, rubbery back, a promising smile on its face as if it had made an effort to communicate. and the prince ran with all his might back to the castle and found the banner ripped and torn and laying on the ground discarded. he pieced it together after much work and lifted it back to its former place. he stood back and read it. "he has fallen in love with life." 010405 ... once again oh... 031001 ... misstree wow. let me say that again: wow. 031001 ... mon i triple wow that (nods in agreement) 031001 what's it to you? who go blather from