суббота, 25 сентября 2010
черное.белое.NARRATOR: Here’s a story from North America.
SON: Daddy Daddy Daddy hurry, I saw something scurry.
FATHER: Son what’s all this screaming for, you’re gonna wake the neighbors next door.
SON: Daddy I think there’s a spider on my floor. Is it, and will you squish it?
FATHER: You call me in here in the middle of the night, to come into your room and destroy life? Is that what they teach you in Sunday School?
SON: But Daddy its gross, it’s got a million legs, a billion eyes, a trillion eggs.
FATHER: Son its not disgusting, its just reality. Take a deep breath and appreciate life. Look how delicate his legs are crawling across your bedroom floor. Do you know the proper name?
SON: Arachnid.
FATHER: That’s right. We’re living in a world that’s full of creatures, big and small, hairy and slimy. You’re not the center of the world. How would you feel if a giant hand came out of the sky and decided to crush you?
SON: I guess I’d be scared, but Daddy, what if the spider hurts me?
FATHER: He didn’t hurt you yet, did he son? Your logic is flawed, you come undone. Swallow your pride. What if the spider said the same thing, Daddy Daddy, kill that kid.
SON: That’s the point Dad, what if he did? That’s why I have to strike first.
FATHER: What if he did? What if he didn’t? What if the world was made of pudding? All I’m saying is consider something besides your thirst for blood.
SON: Dad you’re right, now I see, maybe he’s got a family.
FATHER: Now you’re learning, understanding, finally you’re becoming human. Let’s return him to his natural habitat, put him in a cup and take him outside. Godspeed.