The Answer.

As the doors to the barn opened, something wonderful happened to John Victor. He stood holding the door as if frozen. In one moment he was heading to clean the stalls of his horses and in the next moment he could not move. He stood frozen. It's not that he could not move. He chose not to.

You see, right before he stopped in his tracks a thought hit him right in the center of his thought capacitor. The thought was so amazing, he chose not to move another muscle, or breath another breath, before the excitement of the event in time, took full hold on his body till he could not contain himself.

He finally moved and started smiling. It grew to laughter. His hands swiftly moved to his head as he his shoulders slumped. From there he moved directly to the crying state of happiness. The answer had finally come. He only cried for what seemed like hours even if only seconds.

With a renewed energy he composed himself and grabbed his pitchfork. He started toward the stalls with the thought on his mind. "Why would this come to a guy such as me?", he thought to himself silently. As he thought about this his attention became redirected to cleaning the stalls. He lowered the pitchfork to start shoveling the straw when he noticed there was no straw to shovel. Looking around he stood in disbelieve that every stall was already clean.





[edit on 31-3-2010 by Conclusion]

pardon the confusion
but I have no earthly clue
what this is about and find it
a waste of time

I understand completely.........

kudos to you for getting it...

maybe the world is a changing as we type...

thanks for taking the time to come on here and post....

kinda like the book "illusions"...

nice...

peas

reply to post by boondock-saint


Please forgive me. I did not intend to upset you.

reply to post by theonlyrusty


Thank you for your kind words. Maybe I tried to think a little to deep on it from the first response.

Is this because of the elephants ?

[edit on 31-3-2010 by packinhit]

Originally posted by packinhit
Is this because of the elephants ?

[edit on 31-3-2010 by packinhit]

I can assure you elephants never came into the equation. lol

That was funny.

reply to post by Conclusion
When cleaning out a stall, one should be forking out the poop, not the straw.
The straw is a bedding material for the livestock.
You fork out the nasty bits, then add more clean straw.

Oh, like Boondock Saint, I don't get it either.
You maybe can lead me to what I am missing, I hope?

Originally posted by packinhit
Is this because of the elephants ?

[edit on 31-3-2010 by packinhit]

quiet or trevor will hear you

Originally posted by butcherguy
reply to post by Conclusion

 

When cleaning out a stall, one should be forking out the poop, not the straw.
The straw is a bedding material for the livestock.
You fork out the nasty bits, then add more clean straw.

Oh, like Boondock Saint, I don't get it either.
You maybe can lead me to what I am missing, I hope?

Thank you for the info. But you should also shovel out old straw to keep the stall fresh. Along with the pooh of course.

It is a self getting piece. Only you can get it for your self.

reply to post by Conclusion
Thanks.
The farm that I grew up on had straw in limited quantity, so we just forked out the ugly stuff and laid down fresh.
Our animals might have been poor, but they were happy.

Until we ate them.

reply to post by butcherguy


lol. Yeah. Some of the rich animal owners really do spoil there pets.

Are you speaking of the moment when one is enlightened with the truth of the presence of GOD?

Originally posted by Conclusion
reply to post by boondock-saint

 

Please forgive me. I did not intend to upset you.

lol, u didn't upset me
it's kewl

I just dont understand ur post is all
therefore making it a waste of time
for me to read it

EDIT to add:
OHHHH I didnt see it was posted in the short
story forum. My bad.
Perfectly understandable now
sorry for the misunderstanding


[edit on 31-3-2010 by boondock-saint]

reply to post by lambs to lions


If that is your answer then yes.

Ok, I'm in. I like abstract. This is just one still frame in the entire film of a
mans life. This man happans to be a fictional character who has had an
undisclosed revelation come to him. An answer to something profound I believe.
The stalls being clean, the pitch fork give some direction.
So this is just a piece to a puzzle that you decide what the picture is?
Thanks Conc.
SnF

reply to post by randyvs


Thanks Randy. I am glad you like it.

Really a very beautiful story. Well done.

If I was to be so presumptuous as to add one final thought to the story, I would modify the last line to be as follows:

Looking around he stood in disbelieve that every stall was already clean, and the horses were impatiently waiting to be let in.

Just a thought. Maybe you can't improve on perfection

reply to post by Axial Leader


Yes I agree that would would sound better. Thanks for the input. You seem to have a nac for this.

I enjoyed the short story.

I liked how you described the joy of the man when he found out that someone else had already cleaned the stalls for him.

Thanks for sharing