...this is a sonnet. A sad, depressed kind of sonnet. This is the kind of sonnet that will make you weep for days. This story is not for the faint hearted. But if you do enjoy heartfelt sonnets, please read on.

This story is called...

True at Heart

My dromedary, that is what he is...true at heart. Well, I shall tell you the story.

Six weeks ago, on January 19th, he was simply walking down the sidewalk, heading towards Starbucks for a cup of coffee for his lunch break. He was met by a little girl holding a katana.

I cannot say what she said, as she screamed at him, calling him names that are not suitable to call such of his type or race! Truly, no one should call names! But, through her name-calling, he clearly heard this: "Get the heck into the road, you mindless beast! Yes, I mean you, you ugly loaf!" And she held her katana at his neck. He refused. She turned to an innocent old lady who was walking her...donkey. "Then, you dufus, how about you get your yellow butt into the road before I rip the crap outta this old person!" She raised her katana, ready to strike the lady within moments. He kindly agreed, and stepped onto the street.

"I will do so, if you will lower your sword." But she did not, and she forced him into the street with the coming onslaught of cars! She kept her katana at the old lady's neck, forcing her, and him, into the middle of an intersection. She pushed them farther and farther, as they luckily dodged three or four oncoming vehicles. The finally got to the middle of a two-lane road, but the girl was not done with her torment.

"Now, you block headed piece of crap, get your sorry butt off the road!" But it was too late. A bus roared towards them. It inched slowly towards them, as the seconds ticked by. He saw it, and was able to push the old lady out of the way. He planted himself on the ground, clenching his teeth. The katana girl growled angrily. "You stupid butt! Get outta the way!" The bus hit him, but he absorbed the pain with his large body. Unfortunately, even he was not enough for a bus. He was pushed over, onto the girl. They both ended up in the hospital, her for serious broken bones, and he for a stab that he was skewered upon when he fell upon the girl.

It was because of his brave heart and her foolishness that got them both in the hospital. Had it not been for he, the girl would not have been in a hospital. She would have been in her casket that she so dreamed of.

You know of whom I speak when I say he. Don't you know?

That is my story. The moral: suicide is foolish, but a brave heart can save a soul. Well, I am going to go visit my braveheart in the hospital. Behrooz is such a gentleman...

-Crevan, March 2nd

There's your Easter present. (sob)