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Mr. Brumpi And The Big Dirty Sea
by Antonio Garza
The grass was green and short and the trees were strong and tall.
But no matter how short or tall the things were,
they swayed to and fro, but still didn't fall.
The wind didn't halt and tasted of salt.
And the black clouds flew low,
wetting everything in their morning show.
Mr. Brumpi, by the tree, was not full of glee.
"Mr. Brumpi, why are you sad?"
asked a caterpillar from his little hole in the tree.
"You know this rain will come and go as it pleases.
Mother Nature fills up the clouds, and then she squeezes."
"I know Mr. Tuddle. The storm is not why I am sad."
"Well, what is it Mr. Brumpi? What is it that's so bad?"
"I am sad for what the storm has brought,"
said Mr. Brumpi, with sadness he was fraught.
He pointed to the beach as the waves hit with a splash.
"It's the beach, it's all littered with trash!
There's cans and bottles and a broken doll's face,
there's broken whatevers all over the place.
Mr. Tuddle, what can we do?"
"I don't know Mr. Brumpi. I don't have a clue.
All that stuff is human trash," he said as another wave went splash.
"What can a caterpillar and a short little gnome do?
That is a big question. What are we to do?
We don't speak human and we can't read or write.
Quite frankly Mr. Brumpi, I'm in a big fright.
I am afraid that when they see us, we'll be put in a jar for all to see.
Like they did to my cousin Ms. Marie."
Over the sand flew a squawky white gull.
"Trash...trash...trash, all full of brine,"
he squawked as he followed the shoreline.
"I can't find a decent meal, with all this trash, there is no appeal."
Eyeing Mr. Brumpi by the tree,
he decided to fly to him, for it was him he must see.
"Mr. Brumpi, I flew east and I flew west.
All along the shore was like an old rat's nest.
Trash, trash, trash was all I could see.
It's keeping the fish away. All this debris."
"It's disconcerting Mr. Gull, I do agree, and I feel your dismay.
Mr. Tuddle and I were discerning that trash the very same way,"
"How is Mr. Tuddle?" searching the tree, asked the gull.
"Oh, he is fine, and he is getting quite tall.
But, he has decided to go back in his hole, and away from your beak,
for he knows what it is that you seek."
"I see. I see," he squawked, again searching the tree.
"Well, I must go. But, I simply must know.
Do you have an idea of what to do?
I wish I knew before I flew."
"Alas, Mr. Gull, I haven't a clue,
the forest and us are in a big to do.
Fly away Mr. Gull, fly long and fly fast,
Mr. Tuddle and I will seek answers from our past."
The squawky white gull flew away,
letting Mr. Tuddle live another day.
"Mr. Tuddle, Mr. Tuddle, the gull is long gone,
you can't even hear his squawky old song."
"Oh, Mr. Brumpi, I am pleased and relieved."
"I know Mr. Tuddle, I quickly perceived."
"You know Mr. Tuddle, seeing him go, made my head a glow."
"So you have an idea!
That is great, go on, let's hear-ya."
"When the moon is full and floating above us,
we'll pick up much trash with help from the walrus.
We'll walk this big pile,
oh, for a about a mile.
And, in front of the home of old Mayor Pitt,
along with some sand, we will dump it."
"What good will that do? Dumping sand and dumping trash?"
"Oh, I guarantee Mr. Tuddle, it'll be quite a bash."
"A bash? Dumping this trash?
Sounds to me all we'll get is a big red rash."
"Don't worry Mr. Tuddle, it all will work out.
You'll see this idea get us out of this bout."
They picked and they scooped and worked hard through the night,
but when they were finished, oh, what a sight!
In front of the mayor's home, they piled a surprise,
his home started stinking soon after sunrise.
The mayor screamed, "What is this? Who did this? This is not right?
Who dared do this to me when there was no light?"
The police chief came by and inspected the scene,
the only thing found, were foot prints, where the grass wasn't green.
"Mayor Pitt, I do believe, here lies a message for us to read.
Whether human, or forest or animal are we,
clean air and clean water, it is what we need."
Mayor Pitt thought for a moment and then he declared,
"We'll clean the beaches, the forest and even the streets people fared.
I don't want my children to have to grow up
in a modern fast world that we all helped stink up."
The people worked all day long
while they sang a happy song.
For they knew in their heart
that although worlds apart,
every living creature on earth, walking, crawling or swimming,
had certain rights and deserved a clean living!
Mr. Brumpi, and Mr. Tuddle, now happy, looked unto the clean sea.
They even saw at a distance, Mr. Gull, squawking with glee.
The End
Copyright 2008 Antonio Garza
You can email the author at antonio@zalien.com
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