Short Stories
By Anthony Giger
Bench VI
March: (Singing) When April showers come my way!
April: (Enters) Hi March I got here as soon as I can. What’s for lunch?
March: I’ve been preparing the soil for you. Here’s a carrot to chew on.
April: I know I could smell the fertilizer. (Chewing) What else you got?
March: Don’t complain I’ve got Mother Nature ready to perform its miracles. How about a delicious apple.
April: Too bad you won’t be around to see the fruits of your labor. (Biting apple) I can see why they call them Delicious.
March: You are a beautiful month. Songs are written about your rainbows.
April: You’re right March. Don’t feel bad I can’t operate without you, Come on old friend. Lets do a duet together. How about A Rainbow on my Shoulders (Sings) I’ve got a rainbow on my shoulder etc.
March: Thanks for a great day April. I’ve got to blow out of here before you rain on my parade.
Gambling Pete
They called him Gambling Pete, whom gambling could never beat,
Nary a bet would he refuse figuring he could never lose
Then came that tragic day the sky turned a darker grey
Pete should have known the score what fate had for him in store
The phone made quite a din as bets kept pouring in
The shaker 10 to 1 Pete laughed and thought it a sin,
This was any easy take; today he was going to rake
He went to the track to see them run
He thought he was to have some fun
The shaker saving ground they said
Pete began to shake and tread
Into the stretch he could be seen
Pete began to turn pea green
Across the wire went number seven
Pete tossed his hands to heaven
That sorry day a new Pete was born.
He swears he will reform
As fate made its tie
For Pete gambling will never die.