The Cowbell Rebellion - SpecFic Author's (ebook reader library .txt) 📗

Chapter One

They issued the typical oblique remarks each week.

 We are going to land in a world of accelerated vice unless we minimize our vice.

We might alight on a world of virtue if we satiate our avarice.

 

If we continue the way we are going, they will have us all brainwashed by the end of the decade. Perhaps we’re already brainwashed, I mean, do we really know anything? Or are we just puppets with the government  fitted to their every need, want and will.

i sat up the bed with these thoughts still fresh in my mind after a fearful night’s sleep. Then I thought, 'If we wanted to, could we really do anything about the brainwashing?'

 

I decided we couldn't and happily took another piece of chocolate cake. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the window.

 

I could see my grandchildren playing in our little yard and that made me feel good, but for some reason the world seemed to be made of cardboard and plastic. Was it just a trick the government was making us believe? Was this going to be like 1984, did George Orwell after all predict the future?

If we could prophesy a utopian world, then we would never believe in Providence. My head hurts from all this thinking, but if it is time for a rebellion, count me in.

I had friends who I knew for a long time and they always mentioned ideas for starting up a rebellion but never got around to it. I think that’s the main problem. We talk about revolution but never seem to be able to, "Get around to doing anything!"

It was time for a change. So I called up my friends.

 That night  we gathered around my kitchen table. I thought to myself 'We should really do this the world means change.'

So I asked for silence and began to speak, "It is time for a change!"  

There were some mumblings, then Sam said, "So do you have anything to eat?"

"What?", I asked, completely confused. How the hell could he think about food now?

"Didn't you invite us here for dinner?"

"No, that's not why I gathered everyone," I replied, kind of annoyed by his question.

 Annabeth humphed from across the table "Well, I want a dang donut!" Her eyes narrowed and she crosses her arms.

I don't believe it, I guess we are all doomed to be brainwashed by the government. "Look, I think it’s time for a rebellion," I began after I took a moment.

  "Me too." said Sam, "This dinner stinks."

"Where did all of this no sense about dinner come from anyways? I don't remember saying anything about dinner in the first place," I replied.

"Well," said Sam,"Why are we sitting at a table if we're not here to eat?"

"Then why don’t we move to the dang couch?" he said, lifting up his hands in frustration.

This was the reason why we never actually started the rebellion. If we can’t even agree to talk about it, then how will it happen.

"Grandfather," Elliot, my eldest grandson, began when he walked into the room.

"What is it Elliot, can't you see I’m a little busy at the moment??" I said a little too harsh for my comfort.

Elliot took a moment and sighed. "I was just wondering how  the rebellion is coming along." Elliot replied.

I raised an eyebrow for a moment, then it hit me that Elliot was listening to the conversation.

Then the reality really hit me, it is the youth we have to reach if we are ever going to make a difference. Thinking about it, they will be stronger, quick minded and no one will suspect a thing. I mean, who will believe that kids will take over, it was the perfect plan.

I smiled at Elliot and said, "At least you are listening, what about bringing your friends over?"

Elliot stared at me for a moment with a shocked expression then quickly nodded.

If this really worked out, who knew what joy will be unleashed to our new world. Freedom to do as we please..., "Elliot," I continued, "please gather up all of your friends for us."

In the five minutes he was busy texting on his phone, while the adults were impatiently waiting.

"They are on their way grandpa" Elliot said. I nodded, glad that we were finally getting somewhere with the rebellion.

I really hadn't thought that teenagers, if regularly fed, would be such a good secret weapon.

Chapter Two

"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked.

His doubts came a little late given that we were standing with water balloons in front of the prime minister’s desk, ready to throw.

"Sure! Think of it as some silly prank that once done, we mustn’t get caught," I said, trying my best with the new words kids say nowadays.

Well,  at least no one will get killed in this rebellion,  not yet. We all agreed that one of us would be the distraction while the others quietly worked their way inside and did the job. We managed to get as far as the PM guarding the entrance to the  announcement center.

Instead of throwing the water balloons at PM, we decided to take him hostage. Believe me, It isn't easy taking someone hostage with water balloons!

An unforeseen obstacle was that the PM was a very talkative man with an unusual interest in cow bells.Who knew he would be the first that I began hating.

The sound of a cow bell announced the daily government proclamations.

"Every time I heard the sound of a cow bell it would make me remember back to when I lived on a farm during my childhood," the PM began.

"Stop," I yelled, "This is why I started this rebellion in the first place, and now it is time to put an end to all of this government brain washing for good!"

"What are we supposed to do now?" Sam asked.

"I seriously have never met anyone who didn't have an interest in cows and their lovely bells. You know I was raised on a farm in the mountains-…"

"Shut up already!" Sam shouted at the top of his lungs.

"How many water balloons do we have?" I asked.

"Five," he replied, eyeing the two in his right hand and the other three in his left.

I nodded.

So we stuffed one water balloon into the PMs mouth so he would stop speaking.

"Let’s tie the rest of them to the cow bell and drop it off the roof of the building."

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The next day the newspaper headline read: "Cowbells Tied to Waterballoons in Rebellion Against the Government."

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Publication Date: 08-23-2014

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