THE WIND CHIME AND THE SHRINK. RIGINAL. An example of using a basic word with a ring to it in a conversation between an inanimate object,a depressed wind chime, and his shrink. By Professor I Scoff (PHD English Basiconewordof)
SCENE: Wind chime knocks or at least tinkles the ivory door knob on his Shrink's solid oak door in downtown New York, the core of App Apple happiness and cognitive analytical seed sowing Shrink domain for the betterment of American depressed inanimate objects slightly at odds with the world around them. Not to be confused with politicians that go 'bleep' in the night.
SHRINK:" Chime in! chime in! please take the couch."
WIND CHIME: "Thank you but i'd rather hang around. Nerves feeling a bit jangled."
SHRINK:"You look a bit out of tune this chime around, am i right?"
WIND CHIME:" You are correct doc, feeling a bit off color chime and chime again lately. Can't seem to get my strings together. Can't get my wind, feel like i'm banging my chimes on a wall."
S:" And indeed you were indeed you were. Do you remember the day you were dragged in, freed from the rusted bracket you were chained to tunelessly with scant room to even play? No tin tune to even accompany the passing birds. Windless mindless existence, your chimely removal by a passing chimely sweep who took the chime to reach down off the roof and hook you like an unchained melody? You were rusting in agony and quite depressed. Even Freud and friend when they were hitting their straps upon damsels in dis tress and dis other clothing, said with some conviction, "chimes they are a changin' the depressed melodious chime is a synogromatic wailing monotone responsible for and to, as a precursor of soothing of the mind a tinkle tapping tamborinic platitude of wind wafted serenity. In short...humans need windblown conformity."
WC:" Gosh, are you saying my tinkle banging clanging tantrums in chime save nine?"
S:" I think you're getting confused a tad with a stitch- in- time- saves- nine. What i am alluding to is, when i get you back up to a decent chime rate as opposed to the depressing crime rate i believe i can put you with a caring family you'll love to break wind with! You'll end up Trump's! Now, i'm afraid your chimes up."
WC:" Doc if you can pull some strings for me i'd love to tinkle somewhere in the Republic of man. I feel liberated...i feel like bursting into a rendition of 'My friend the Which Doctor,' oh ah oh ah ah bing bang illa walla bing bang!"
S:" Please don't...we shouldn't by law be that friendly or bewitched. On your way out please clunk a clang tinkle for another appointment. Keep your clang up.
WC" Sure will doc,sure will. Thought my chime had come. Thought in my jangled mind my chime was over. Goodbye doc."
S:" Goodbye old chimer, go get a breath of fresh air. Look! i tell you what i'm just about finished for the day shrinking,would you like to hang out at my place you could perhaps talk tinkle with my new old female chimer out on my porch i recently rehabilitated. Came from a clanger of an upbringing. Parents were bent.You may have something in common?"
WC:"Love to doc...love to!"
THE CONVERSATION ON THE PORCH HUNG IN THE AIR UNTIL THE SHRINK WAS DRIVEN QUITE LITERALLY OUT OF HIS MIND IN THE WEE HOURS!
SHRINK: (STAGGERS OUT THE DOOR):" Will you two chimes shut the hell up you're driving me out of my chiming bloody mind!"
That's the problem with life. Someone takes a chime to you and all hell breaks loose...the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. THE END