THE COCKROACH PART FIVE

As we floated around watching the arena burn, a sinister form began to swell and swell until we recognized that demonic roach. It rose to the size of a two story building, turned and looked at us with an evil grin on its face and then vanished into thin air. We hunched our shoulders, caught a gust of wind that was coming by and drifted on down the street.

So caught up were we in the thought of that demonic insect that we did not notice a quickly approaching carnival. Before we knew it, we were surrounded by rides, balloons, sideshows and ( oh no) a cotton candy machine, that we were abruptly sucked into. Eeck! We were twisted, turned, stretched and churned for it seems like an eternity. I was finally spit out of the machine and wrapped around a cardboard funnel for some kid to lick on. Oh how demoralizing. I had to endure this encecent slurping in order to get free. Then I had to wait around for Dave. He was all tied up in knots, bent out of shape and speechless. It took about an hour for him to straighten out, then he said,” and I thought that life was rough.” We just laughed for awhile then floated on.