The Busycuttingcraps -- A Family Novel - By god must be atheist
Farmer Busycuttingcrap stood on his field of crap, and was scything the crop of crap with the sun occasionally glistening on the blade of his scythe. His mother had planned to raise him to be a lawyer. The lad, however, always liked the sun. He got a lot of crap for it from his dermatologist which he carefully collected over the years. Then when he came of age, he bought a crap farm and sowed his crap wildly all over the landscape.
His only daughter, Ms. Busycuttingcrap, had a desk job in the city. Her "IN" box was customarily full of healthy crap, and she busied herself taking them out one-by-one and carefully cutting them in half with a pair of scissor. Then she put them in the "OUT" box. She had a degree and a professional designation in cost accounting. Her present job title was Efficiency and Cost Analyst at a branch of the government. Their mandate? To spend taxpayers' money as fast as they could by creating award-winning cost-cutting measures for the rest of the administration, none of which ever got put into practice.
His only daughter, Ms. Busycuttingcrap, had a desk job in the city. Her "IN" box was customarily full of healthy crap, and she busied herself taking them out one-by-one and carefully cutting them in half with a pair of scissor. Then she put them in the "OUT" box. She had a degree and a professional designation in cost accounting. Her present job title was Efficiency and Cost Analyst at a branch of the government. Their mandate? To spend taxpayers' money as fast as they could by creating award-winning cost-cutting measures for the rest of the administration, none of which ever got put into practice.
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My original critique may be found below:
[hide="Reveal"]Just for the record it is beyond okay.
The true story is out of reach to those outside of the know, apparently. And such, creates a never ending story of infinite possibility. It's the ultimate mystery. It has everything. Misdeeds, truth, evisceration (all subjective and possibly the complete opposite which makes the reader question themself). It's the first story here we're actually all involved in, one way or another. Will the author be executed by the subject's scythe? Only time will tell![/hide]