Maybe Tomorrow

     The Seeder is beyond human comprehension. And don’t even get me started on the Planner – incomprehensible twice removed.

     But hey, that’s a cliché; and a cliché won’t stop us, now will it?

     I love analogies. So think of the Planner as a farmer. That makes the Seeder a farmhand; the guy who goes out in the field on a tractor and, well, seeds things. That the Fields he Seeds are planets and that the Farmer’s Farm is galaxy-sized is beside the point. Expand your mind a bit, for cryin’ out loud.

     So the other day, which could be a very long time, the Seeder pulled the analogy of a tractor back into the analogy of a barnyard. The Planner was waiting for him. He was obviously angry, which, in an incomprehensible way, was thoroughly comprehensible. “And just what the hell have you been doing?!”

     The Seeder metaphorically climbed down from the analogy of a tractor, took the analogy of a straw out of the analogy of his mouth, and drawled, “Been plantin’ o’course. Whadcha think I was doin’?”

     The Planner metaphorically stalked back to the analogy of a planter, opened the analogy of a lid, and shoved in the analogy of a hand. When he pulled it out, he let what he held run out between the analogy of his fingers onto the analogy of the Seeder’s boots. The metaphorical straw fell from the analogy of the Seeder’s mouth.

     “I think you’ve been wasting your time and my money, that’s what I think! You filled the planter from the wrong damn pile. We’ll have to plow the whole thing up and start again. And it’s coming out of your pay!”

    As the Planner metaphorically stalked away, the Seeder looked down at the analogy of seeds sticking to the analogy of his boot. He wiped them off on the metaphorical tractor wheel and walked away disgusted.

     The analogy of human beings never noticed.