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Showing posts with label methaphor. Show all posts
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Monday, July 18, 2022

The Mummy--a Fictional, Metaphoric Tall Tale*

A rhetorical:  If the mummy is one step from walking off the cliff----is it necessary to get behind such a creature and push?


As the mummy marched onward toward a cliff that was actually soon to become a caldera encircling a presently red-hot, erupting, and lava-laden volcano--unaware the cliff was approaching becase this same creature was sleepwalking--- one observer who had contempt for the mummy exclaimed--"Someone should get behind it and push!" to which one bystander said "Yeah!--push It!"  Others watched with interest and curiosity and did not intervene--neither to save the mummy nor to hasten his destruction.  Soon large groups of onlookers gathered to watch.

Some who were favorable to the mummy attempted to prevent the walk toward destruction by standing in front of the creature's path--desperately pleading with the monster who ignored their cries while subsequently walking over them.  

One particularly vituperative mummy loyalist, who  himself was an odd looking sort, short and with bulging eyes-------- talking incessantly and running around nonsensically---- tried to push the mummy away from the course leading to the lava pit to save him.   The mummy, apparently not realizing this individual was a supporter trying to help--nevertheless dispatched this odd, short, man spectacularly.  In a deep, resonating, roar--the Mummy screeched "Fly to the Sun--heathen!"  at which point the odd looking, diminutive fellow flew quickly upward--screaming "But I love you, mummy!!!!"  as he accelerated toward the heavens.  Some in the crowd thought they heard this poor-soul's eyes pop out like Champaign Corks as he rapidly disappeard from view,  climing higher and higher into the sky toward his eventual rendezvous with the sun.

Without much care for the disappearing, flying short man--others in the crowd quickly shifted focus back to their ally the mummy---they remained greatly concerned about the mummy's fate.

Some of them said "Don't worry, he won't walk off the cliff--he will wake up before he takes the last step or he'll be saved as usual before that happens!"  

Others looked on and wept and sobbed, murmuring "The mummy is not bad, he didn't mean to kill the