The life of a gypsy, as told by Dengaku man. The following is in first person.
PLANTER'S PEANUTS!!
1823, July the 12th
Twas' a dark, cold day, the day it happened, the day I received the family box. It was a sacred box, and anyone who stole said family box, was cursed to forever be tortured by one-thousand cantaloupes. The box was wet. And cold. But yet, it was my new home. The life of a gypsy was hard, always tantalized by that tasty pigeon meat, but always out of reach. Most of my days were spent in that box, thinking of new ways to trap the town's cats.
1823, July the 30th
A glorious day! My mother and father have stolen boarding passes to a train to Cleveland, the land of the Cleves! I knew my life was at a turning point. About 178.925674921 degrees of a turning point, but a point nonetheless. I climbed aboard the train and quickly stowed the box in the pigeon compartment.
1823, October the 4th
Life has been busy in Cleveland. So many tourists to beg for money, so little time. But how should I know, I can't afford a watch! I have decided to set up a fortune telling booth to scam the gullible clevish. If that's a word. LIES!
1824, January the 1st
A new day of a new year. My resolution is to eat some churros from money I scammed off people. Christmas with the folks was great. Pigeon roast and cat pudding. Uncle 9-finga's even brought me some ductape for the good ol' box. Good ol' ductape. Box. My fortune-telling scam has been going steady. I can even afford a bigger box. Contractors are installing the pool next month.
1824, January the 12th
Today I stole a shopping cart from wal mart. It has a squeaky wheel. If I manipulate it right, I can make music for the fortune booth. Now I have a place to keep all of my pigeons. i think I'll join a gang and get into a bar fight. Know anyone with a good fake id?
