.The cause less rebel, the sympathetic clown, and the fool
felt they didn't have enough light.

Talking to each other at the pub, after a good smoke and
drink, and for one a quick huff and puff, they decided that
inevitably something must be done.

The rebel shook with certain fear as he now had a cause. The
clown made jokes about nothing funny at all, the fool said
to himself, that finally these two clowns are feeling.

Now the rebel and clown made plans, none too detailed, but
none the less they were plans.

They knew they needed sun and nourishment in order to be
them- being who they were from such a young age, they were
tired. But the grounds on which they stood were muddy, sure,
fatal. So they looked onto the spider webs on the trees.

There was there feared goal for today, intricate webs, all
unstable in their state.

There will they be able to learn the rules, the different
venoms. Their will they get the sunshine and there will they
see if they can take it.

The fool (who may i add is one heck of a wierdie being a
fool), sitting in the sand building sandcastles, felt a
jumpy, when after years of waiting, the other two clowns
were thinking.

Testing the points of entry.



Fin.

Let it be known- this is just a piece, its not the whole,
and they are made as symbols, there is a reason for the
name, which will be revealed at a whim, mine or yours (oh
invisible f&$ing readers like me).