Short Short Short Story 1: The Day I Met A Wondrous Curmudgeon

I am starting a series here ... short short short short stories.  This is the first.  I hope you enjoy it.

Is it not today to be a wondrous day?  And fine, too, is the weather!  Hot so!  Warm so!  But it not snowing yet is!  Oh, how joyous!  I today am walking the street along, and I come suddenly to a stop!  There, in front, is a curmudgeon!  Oh joy!  They have been these many years extinct!  I thought I would for joy fill my pants with poop!!  I sauntered up to him, as I casually am, and I asked him to tell me what it is the time.  He at me looked strangely and said, "What do you think I am, a clock?"

Oh!  My heart for joy leapt out of its network of arteries and burst nearly!  "Oh, no, dear sir," I said, as casually as ever I could, fearing to reveal my great abounding joy, "I would never mistake you for a clock!  You do not have moving hands on your face, nor do you tick!"  Ha ha!  I was so proud at my very clever response.  This curmudgeon must surely take a liking to me!  "Get lost, freak!" he said, and the sound of those words buried themselves into my heart forever, and I had tears in my eyes, so great was the joy!  "Yes, good sir," I said, as to be politely as possible, "I will surely, with all my power, endeavor to lose my way, but I fear that I know most of the routes all too well, so this could difficult be for me."


The rare curmudgeon creature rolled his eyes...oh, how does he do it?  And he tossed his head upwards sharply, and I do believe I heard a puff of wind come out of his held-upward nose.  Oh, the sheer delight in observing this creature's behavior and mannerisms!  I in utter disbelief stared at it for seconds (I could have for days stared!), but alas!  The curmudgeon sauntered off, leaving me behind alone.

Yes, even though there is no hint of snow on the horizon, in spite of the threatening forecast of weather, I nevertheless have had great joy today!  I was, how do you say?....snubbed...yes, that must be it....snubbed, by a real live curmudgeon.  Scorned, even!  Oh, joy!  Joy!!  I shall not be able to sleep tonight, so strongly does my heart beat with sheer wondrous joy!