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What's up With Bob?
In the village, everyone is named BOB. The storekeepers, dishwashers,
and yes the accounts are named BOB. It is quiet confusing, yet generation
after generation BOB was the given identifier. This year of seventy-nine
a young lad, BOB, skipped school to explore the river caves. Many a BOB
vanished in the vast range of caverns. Year after year, young BOBs continued
the ridiculous quest of carving their name deeper in the passages than
anyone else. This year it was BOB's turn to make his mark. He walked miles
searching for the end of the relentless string of BOB's carved in the soft
yellow stone. Finally, he could go no further. Tired and cold he built
a small fire to warm himself. As the fire grew, he realized had stopped
at the end of the line. There are no more BOBs carved before him! This
is his destiny, to be the next BOB in the line of BOBs. He contemplated
the size and shape of the letters. He could not decide if they should they
be tall and fat or short and elegant. Hours past as BOB scribbled in the
sand. Trying to be creative, BOB stretched the letters this way and that
but they always came out the same. Forward or backward, it was still BOB.
Frustrated he kicked and swept away the sand. How could he be different
from all the rest? After slashing at the ground with the stick until he
was completely spent, BOB noticed a new set of marks left in the sand,
"eFF." What's an eff? This makes no sense, but he continued to scribble
lines and marks as decoration for the new symbol. Settling on brackets
to decorate each end the carving begins. First the underscore then the
vertical followed by the eff. Stepping back to see his marking, _|eff.
This will never do, he thought to himself. Suddenly a large reptile, a
T-BOB, came from the shadows and attacked. BOB has disappeared cried the
villagers! Seal the cave! It was blasphemous! Someone defiled the
long line of BOB's with a Jeff. So begins the tale of Jeff.
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