The pig and the giant

Why is it that sometimes the words just won’t come out? Is it because of the trouble that I sometimes have when I try to see past the bridge of my nose? They do say that when your vision is impaired it can effect your speech. For some anyway, obviously not everybody. Or is it because the words get all trapped up in a big cheesecloth in the sky and, even though I can smell them ripening, they just never make it down to me?

Maybe it’s because the Wild Word Pig comes running by (squealing as he goes) and snatches them up the minute I open my mouth? If that is the case, it would probably also explain that screeching noise that I sometimes hear running around in my head. He is a very naughty pig (or so I’ve heard, and this is really is all here-say, because I haven’t yet seen him myself).

Or, possibly, it’s the giant.

A giant so big that he can reach the moon and turn your head towards it all in the same motion. Haven’t you ever noticed that you can’t say a thing when you’re looking at the moon? It’s his fault. He makes you look and steals your words. And you know, sometimes the moon decides he would rather show up while the sun is blazing… so you really can’t predict when this word stealing giant will turn up. Unless you are really good at following lunar calendars and all that… but who is?

Or, and this is a really crazy idea (but I feel the need to try it out anyway), some people are just better at taking photographs than saying anything about them.

Luv,

me