O is for Onions and Marina

There is a very interesting connection between Marina and onions. First of all, neither of them brush their teeth. Second of all, Marina seems to devour these things as though they are simply apples that need to be bitten into.

Onions seem to have a knack of attacking her when she is having a friendly conversation with Bamba the cactus about how nice the lamp has been for giving them light.

Two minutes later, a fleet of onions storms her room and start slicing themselves and making her cry. It is a very sad occasion. The world seems to have turned against Marina in her eyes of complete insanity. It probably has. Even Bamba's prickles now turn deadly with poison. His read head now engulfed with rage for Marina had not resisted the urge to cry.

I stand there, in the air, despite the laws of gravity, pitying this poor soul. But pity never gets anyone anywhere does it? Annie Sullivan never gave an ounce of pity towards Helen Keller. Why should Marina and her onion problem be treated any differently?

The answer is no. She shouldn't. The onions are her problem. And yet, I find myself gliding down rather slowly to observe closer what needs to be done to defeat these hideous onions.

I begin to feel sad for these onions. The only way they will be defeated is if I hack through each and every one of those onions with no mercy in my heart. It would be easy enough, I recently bought a "Forever Sharp" chopping knife. The knife is merely 10 metres wide. That should be long enough don't you think?

Yes. It is.


HACK HACK HACK HACK HACK HACK!!!!!!!


The deed is done. The onions are defeated. Marina is now safe. Bamba has turned to his normal state of cute prickliness. The world is now safe from harm of any onions.

Life Lesson: Pity is not excepted. Saving someone from the peril of onions is.

I commented on Lyndsey's blog this week.