Father promises a fun surprise! But if it’s not a circus, what are they waiting in the mud and rain to see?
(from Pindeldyboz, issue 4)
I’ll tell you what they are waiting to see. A not so amazing choir. Yawn. A few paragraphs in, I no longer cared about this story. I wished to be free of its simplified characters. I longed to sprint from its trudging pace. Yet I kept reading. Why? Well, for one thing, I read short stories. It’s what I do, here. Also, I knew there weren’t too many pages to go. Lastly, for whatever it’s worth, I really wanted to know what the stupid surprise was. Short of a fucking ninja rhinoceros, I knew it wouldn’t bail out the preceding pages. But, I figured there was no way it would be a choir, because, like, it’s the title. But yep. There’s the choir and, here’s a spoiler: All the father-son teams are gathered there to throw fruit at the singers.
“The Amazing Choir” is “The Lottery” as presented by Nerf.
Hey, look at this. The same author once did a poem about clowns. Peter Vaeth and I are very, very different people.