Cereal Therapist


This morning began typically with the cat gargling in the next room, frogs discussing current events outside my window and the neighbors firing up the violimba for a leisurely drive to work.  But soon things got disturbing.

Pouring the milk over my breakfast I was sure I heard something terribly out of place.  “S-S-S-Snap”, it seemed to say.  I leaned in closer.  “S-S-S-Snap, C-Crackle”.  It was certain; my cereal had developed a speech impediment.  My ear was almost in the bowl now, “S-S-S-Snap, C-Crackle, P-P-Pop”.  Lord, how would I explain this to the cat?

Plodding through the rest of the morning, pouring over notes and downing thermos after thermos of Bosco®, lunch looked to be a welcome respite.  Then I glanced into my alphabet soup.  “kniP doyFl” stared back at me, defiantly.  This simply couldn’t be.  Stirring the broth, slowly the letters began to rearrange themselves, randomly, into only a slightly more coherent “dolywGnen”.

Huh? 

In just a few moments my bowl had, miraculously, announced the names of one of the most talented and renowned rock groups of all time, and the given name of the cat in the next room.  Almost as miraculously, it appeared my soup was dyslexic.

A late afternoon nap and more Bosco®
brought peace and renewed composure from earlier events.  All the same…I think I’ll skip dinner.


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