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OkashiiKitsune
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Stories from the past
It's amazing when you stop to think about how something you read as
a child affects you as an adult.
A long time ago, at about the age of 12, my father brought home Analog magazine. In it was a story entitled "The Dead Lady of Clown Town". It is about a futuristic society where people are programmed before birth (kind of like Brave New World), and the bulk of the work was done by underpeople, who were animals bred to look human but without any human rights. It talks about D'Joan, the dog girl, and how she martyred herself for the underpeople (pattered after Joan of Arc), and Elaine, the "witch" who was an accident. At any rate, even though I only read the story once, I would oftentimes throughout my life reflect back on it - I couldn't remember the name of the story, but Elaine and D'Joan preyed upon my mind. Finally today I googled "D'Joan" and "Dog-girl" and found the story! Here, for your reading enjoyment, is "The Dead Lady of Clown Town": http://www.webscription.net/chapters/1416520953/1416520953___2.htm
Going even further back in my past, there was a story called "The Churkendoose", I think it was put out by Little Golden Books, that I really identified with. It's about this bird hatched from an egg that was set on by a chicken, duck, turkey, and goose. It's kind of strange looking when it hatches, and talks only in rhyme. It doesn't walk "normally" but sort of does a tap-dance movement. At the end of the book is the Churkendoose Song, which I still remember to this day, more or less intact but not necessarily in order:
Does the pear tree say to the apple tree
"I hate you 'cause you're not like me?"
Does the green grass ask the sky so blue
"I'm green; why aren't you green too?"
A rose smells sweet, 'cause it's a flower.
An onion tastes strong, a pickle is sour.
They're different yet they get along
and no one seems to think it's wrong.
Must I be a chicken or goose?
Can't I be a churkendoose?
The moo-cow says, "I give milk."
The silkworm answers, "I make silk."
The horse says "Look how strong I am!"
The piggy answers, "I give ham."
"My skin makes leather," snorts the bull.
The sheep replies, "I grow wool."
Each one has it's special use.
I'm sure there's one for the Churkendoose!
I really identified with that character - I have always felt a bit out of place, somewhat useless, picked on and misunderstood. Plus de choses changent, plus le séjour de choses les mêmes. Or something like that.
Well, that's me feeling nostalgic today.
A long time ago, at about the age of 12, my father brought home Analog magazine. In it was a story entitled "The Dead Lady of Clown Town". It is about a futuristic society where people are programmed before birth (kind of like Brave New World), and the bulk of the work was done by underpeople, who were animals bred to look human but without any human rights. It talks about D'Joan, the dog girl, and how she martyred herself for the underpeople (pattered after Joan of Arc), and Elaine, the "witch" who was an accident. At any rate, even though I only read the story once, I would oftentimes throughout my life reflect back on it - I couldn't remember the name of the story, but Elaine and D'Joan preyed upon my mind. Finally today I googled "D'Joan" and "Dog-girl" and found the story! Here, for your reading enjoyment, is "The Dead Lady of Clown Town": http://www.webscription.net/chapters/1416520953/1416520953___2.htm
Going even further back in my past, there was a story called "The Churkendoose", I think it was put out by Little Golden Books, that I really identified with. It's about this bird hatched from an egg that was set on by a chicken, duck, turkey, and goose. It's kind of strange looking when it hatches, and talks only in rhyme. It doesn't walk "normally" but sort of does a tap-dance movement. At the end of the book is the Churkendoose Song, which I still remember to this day, more or less intact but not necessarily in order:
Does the pear tree say to the apple tree
"I hate you 'cause you're not like me?"
Does the green grass ask the sky so blue
"I'm green; why aren't you green too?"
A rose smells sweet, 'cause it's a flower.
An onion tastes strong, a pickle is sour.
They're different yet they get along
and no one seems to think it's wrong.
Must I be a chicken or goose?
Can't I be a churkendoose?
The moo-cow says, "I give milk."
The silkworm answers, "I make silk."
The horse says "Look how strong I am!"
The piggy answers, "I give ham."
"My skin makes leather," snorts the bull.
The sheep replies, "I grow wool."
Each one has it's special use.
I'm sure there's one for the Churkendoose!
I really identified with that character - I have always felt a bit out of place, somewhat useless, picked on and misunderstood. Plus de choses changent, plus le séjour de choses les mêmes. Or something like that.
Well, that's me feeling nostalgic today.
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