Buck is climbing a rock, passing through the clouds which are freezing cold.
He shakes the icicles from his face and hair and notices that he has reached the top of the 526 meters high
rock formation.
He puts his hand on the ledge and pulls himself up and rolls on his back and catches his breath.
“So this is what heaven looks like?” He tells himself surrounded by clouds.
He picks himself up and looks up and sees the man he came to see.
There is a very large man in front of him sitting on a small chair, somehow the chair was still visible.
Big lumps and rolls of fat with a head on top is what it looked like, he had saggy double D breasts but Buck didn’t stare at those for to long.
The head had a neutral expression on it and his eyes were closed shut.
And long grey strings of hair on each side of the head and big fluffy eyebrows.
Buck fixes his clothes and starts with his question “Ching Ching A Wing Dinga.”
“Say what?” A voice asked Buck.
He looked up to the face of the big fat wise man and the mouth was closed shut.
“Do you have some..” Buck got interrupted by the voice again “Speak up boy I can barely hear what your saying.”
Buck was confused because he did not see the lips move but did hear the voice.
Again the voice spoke “Hurry it up I was in the middle of meditating.”
Clearly the lips were closed when he spoke, Buck was amazed “How do you do that?”
“Is that the question you wanted to ask me? The wisest man in the world. Who you climbed 526 meters up a rock for.” The voice asked.
“No, your majesty.” Buck replied, and a head came looking over the big fat man’s shoulder.
It was a skin over bone head as if the person hadn’t eaten for years.
“Now then, what do you want?” The head asked Buck.
There’s a sign that says “Don’t feed the wise men.” Buck recites it as he reads it.
“And still people do.” The voice adds.
“Your highness can you spare me some change, I need to score me some Ching Ching A Wing Dinga.” Buck asked the wise man.
The big fat wise man opened his eyes, his mouth slowly opened and yellow damaged teeth appeared.
The mouth opened wider and while it did the chest started to inhale heaps of air.
It exhaled with the loudest shout Buck had ever heard.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Buck got blown back by the air coming from the shout and fell of the rock and started falling 526 meters down to the ground.
He crashed back into reality, he was crawling from the sidewalk to a bench with two elderly men on it.
One was big and fat almost popping the buttons of his vest.
The other was tall and skinny and looking at Buck in a disturbed way.
“Sir, let go of my shoe.” The skinny old man asked Buck.
Buck lets go and got up and shouted “Ching Ching A Wing Dinga.”
And felt hungry from climbing so grabbed something to snack on from the dumpster.
The bus arrived and the two wise men got on it.
He shakes the icicles from his face and hair and notices that he has reached the top of the 526 meters high
rock formation.
He puts his hand on the ledge and pulls himself up and rolls on his back and catches his breath.
“So this is what heaven looks like?” He tells himself surrounded by clouds.
He picks himself up and looks up and sees the man he came to see.
There is a very large man in front of him sitting on a small chair, somehow the chair was still visible.
Big lumps and rolls of fat with a head on top is what it looked like, he had saggy double D breasts but Buck didn’t stare at those for to long.
The head had a neutral expression on it and his eyes were closed shut.
And long grey strings of hair on each side of the head and big fluffy eyebrows.
Buck fixes his clothes and starts with his question “Ching Ching A Wing Dinga.”
“Say what?” A voice asked Buck.
He looked up to the face of the big fat wise man and the mouth was closed shut.
“Do you have some..” Buck got interrupted by the voice again “Speak up boy I can barely hear what your saying.”
Buck was confused because he did not see the lips move but did hear the voice.
Again the voice spoke “Hurry it up I was in the middle of meditating.”
Clearly the lips were closed when he spoke, Buck was amazed “How do you do that?”
“Is that the question you wanted to ask me? The wisest man in the world. Who you climbed 526 meters up a rock for.” The voice asked.
“No, your majesty.” Buck replied, and a head came looking over the big fat man’s shoulder.
It was a skin over bone head as if the person hadn’t eaten for years.
“Now then, what do you want?” The head asked Buck.
There’s a sign that says “Don’t feed the wise men.” Buck recites it as he reads it.
“And still people do.” The voice adds.
“Your highness can you spare me some change, I need to score me some Ching Ching A Wing Dinga.” Buck asked the wise man.
The big fat wise man opened his eyes, his mouth slowly opened and yellow damaged teeth appeared.
The mouth opened wider and while it did the chest started to inhale heaps of air.
It exhaled with the loudest shout Buck had ever heard.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Buck got blown back by the air coming from the shout and fell of the rock and started falling 526 meters down to the ground.
He crashed back into reality, he was crawling from the sidewalk to a bench with two elderly men on it.
One was big and fat almost popping the buttons of his vest.
The other was tall and skinny and looking at Buck in a disturbed way.
“Sir, let go of my shoe.” The skinny old man asked Buck.
Buck lets go and got up and shouted “Ching Ching A Wing Dinga.”
And felt hungry from climbing so grabbed something to snack on from the dumpster.
The bus arrived and the two wise men got on it.
