THE CASE OF THE RAUCUS CAUCUS (A Short Tale)
“They were indeed a queer looking party that assembled on the bank”
L. Carroll “A Caucus-race and a Long Tail”
The Case of the Raucous Caucus (A short tale)
Soon after the Irishman had departed, the beaver, the fish, the moose and several others decided to form a group. Alex asked “why this necessity for a group to be formed?” Silence (enough to kill a frog) came over the others. The frog complained; but to no good end.
They (the others) all stood in a circle looking at Alex. Alex stared back at them waiting for an answer. A tear ran down the cheek of the fish. He was overcome with grief about his friend the frog. The fish was a stoic one so there was no sobbing. Only Alex saw the tear. The others were shocked at Alex’s question and could not think outside of themselves.
The moose thought “Oh-Oh. He must know that I am afraid of the water.” Likewise; the beaver thought “He must know my teeth are wearing out.” The fish was not thinking about anything. He had a big hole in his heart because of the frog’s death. The fish was not aware of the other’s feelings. They were worried about someone discovering their most intimate secrets (although the fish later thought about his lack of legs). The other unnamed ones all froze with their internal fears.
Finally, after several minutes of this silence, the moose regained his composure. Still deeply concerned about his secret, he meant to state his thought (he had only one at that moment). His anxiousness caused him to yell out instead of speaking in normal volume. He bellowed “The group is necessary to watch out for each other’s enemies.”
At that the beaver exited his semi-conscious state and chattered his teeth at an alarming rate. No one understood what he really said but the fish wrote down “The beaver wants the group to purchase a dental plan.” When Alex pressured the fish as to why he was taking notes the fish simply made water bubbles with his tiny lips. The bubbles floated upward.
Finally the fish regained his composure and bubbled “We need the group to ensure we all get to where we are going.” When Alex asked “Where are we going Mr. Fish?” he had no answer. In fact, he had no idea why he had even made that comment.
The chattering, the bellowing and the interminable bubbles were almost lost amid the noise that all the others were making. There was braying, peeping, chirping, mooing, roaring and the maddening silence of the dead frog.
The goal of forming a group was lost in the raucous meeting.
It was therefore – – – like this chapter – – – short.