Stories and tales hold the attention of those looking for a way out of their existence. Sitting around, burning wood for the fires and eating their fists in anticipation. One is dextrous enough to fit his entire fist inside his mouth. A chance change in the wind and the pepper corn was enough to put him out.
Others try to emulate this act. Though none come close to the full execution.
It's all about entertainment and the value and exotic taste of the first instance is overwhelming. Imitators are on notice and their charm is never enough to quell the onlookers from their disparaging remarks.
Still, anything remotely interesting is better than the whizzing of fire past the ears.
Written on Wednesday, 19 July 2006