Space Euphoria- An AJ Story

Out there, there's a world beyond Yonkers.

Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby,

There's a slick town, Barnaby!

"Son, you're going to do great things one day," said the mother wolf to her 6 month old son. She had him wrapped in a yellow blanket, and his small hazel eyes shone out like stars.

"Gwahaha! Bahwahah!" her son muttered back.

"George! George! Get over here! He said his first word!" his mother said, nearly dropping her son. She had named him Barnaby after her favorite song, "Put On Your Sunday Clothes."

George let out a yell and ran over to Barnaby. "What did he say?" he asked.

"He said 'Gwa'!" George's wife yelled. Then, the couple set down Barnaby in his crib and celebrated.

Okay, Barnaby's mother and father weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. But they loved their son and were proud of whatever he did, and that was all that mattered. And as the days passed, Barnaby grew stronger and bigger, and he had a great brown hide and gray marking. Intelligence didn't run in the family, of course; but Barnaby had a very big brain in that small head of his.

George and his wife also found that Barnaby had a very large curiosity, and it was very difficult to handle.

"Mother, what came first: chicken or egg?" Barnaby asked one morning. They were having a lovely breakfast of eggs and toast.

George didn't know the answer, and neither did his wife.

"Chicken," said Barnaby's father.

"Egg," said Barnaby's mother.

And as I mentioned before, Barnaby had a very big brain.

"Actually," he said intellectually. "Neither. Well, at least that's what I believe. Mrs. Spiritivy says that it was the egg. But I say, 'that isn't possible, because what could make the egg? You would need a chicken, right? But you would also need an egg to have that chicken!'"

Out there, full of shine and full of sparkle...

Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby,

Listen, Barnaby!