||[Sep. 7th, 2010|02:18 pm]
The Question Club
One cloudy morning you awake to the sound of a faint knocking. Stumbling bleary-eyed to the front door, you open it, look out, and see nothing. Mumbling something barely audible about your lawn and the "damn kids" supposedly thereon, you make scarcely a few paces before the knocking resumes. You throw the door open again and look around. Nothing to the left. Nothing to the right. Even less above. Then, your eyes move downward, falling upon a timid-looking skunk. He rears up on his hind legs and extends a paw to you.|
"Ah, A good morning to you, ma'am!" he exclaims in a disarming, gentlemanly voice.
1. Do you return his greeting? Do you shake his hand? Do you... let him in for some tea?!
Regardless of what action you take, the woodland creature continues.
"My apologies indeed if you find my unannounced presence intrusive, but no others will give me the time of day. Beautiful mornings get me thinking, you see, and pondering is a recreation best shared." He pauses to clear his throat and wipe his monocle on his fur. Replacing it over his eye, he cuts to the chase. "La raison d'être, my good lady. We exist; of that there is no doubt. But why? What is the purpose?"
2. How do you answer him?
As you lay on him the layers of your personal philosophy like so many blankets on a cold, winter night, he rubs his chin and nods as if deeply contemplating your words. Then, he leaps across and bites you in the leg. He flies off in your fury of screaming and flailing and scampers away, callously indifferent to the blood pouring down your leg. In retrospect, conversing with a wild skunk while half-awake was not the best idea you've ever had.
3. How much are you dreading the necessary emergency room visit?