There are many, many ways, side
is only one of them. It wouldn’t
surprise me to one day discover an English professor had run amuck and with a
high-powered rifle and was shooting dictionaries.
Words all over the campus,
running scared, screaming in panic.
Verbs taking to the sky, seeking shelter in the trees. Nouns standing perfectly still, as if statues,
too scared to move. A stack of thesauri huddled
beneath the overpass, wishing they could be something else.
Due to insufficient room beneath the overpass, a lone dictionary stood out in the open, unabridged.
Campus police, searching for the
shooter, eventually found him at Witt’s End, the campus bookstore. Taking him into custody went without
incident. The professor, noticing his
shoes were Oxfords, shot himself in the foot.
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