Totem, Part VII

“No, I am not lying,” Grandser said, feeling a bit hurt by the accusation, as he countered, “Can you see the wind?”

“Yes.”

I am not talking about seeing the clouds move by, that is jus’ the affect the wind has on the cloud.”

“Can you see the wind?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Dust devils, leaves moving…”

“That’s not the wind – that is dust and leaves that you see – not wind, you idiot,” a little girl spoke.

“She is correct,” Grandser interrupted before a fist-fight could start, “We see what the wind does, but we can not see the wind.”

Junior spoke up, “You must listen and stop interrupting Grandser while he is talking.”

“It is okay, Junior. Question are good things to answer.”

“Yes, Grandser,” Junior responded, “Continue about the head.”

“A man in a large mask came in and was going to have me killed, saying I was weak, because I had let a man take my food and then I was dangerous because I killed him for taking it.”

“That is crazy, Grandser!”

“Your story makes no sense, Grandser!”

“You talk funny, like many endless circles, Grandser.”