Chapter 1

It was a fine day at karzee. The sun was displaying its might in style, adding a shine to all that its rays touched. The last of the greens bid adieu marking the conquest of Karzee by fall. The breeze was playing a sonata among the bamboo shoots, dancing the yellow and the orange to its tunes.
Like any other karzeeike, karzee Twoke looked at the finest pieces of nature for a whole minute. It was a yearly affair at Karzee, the dawn of fall led to the finest of 4 art pieces sketched on their landscape.Twoke had seen this every year of his life spent on Karzee and every year he said the same thing that any karzeeike fondly says to nature” Holy Cracks Back!!!It’s the bloody fall again” (For the uneducated reader Holy Cracks back is a traditional way of swearing at Karzee.Though the history of this expression is not known, its widely believed that it evolved in the times when the first cracks developed on soil and the puff –away plant stopped bearing flowers. The ancestors then believed Nature puffed it all and went cracks creating the vivid effects all through the non-hop years-that’s 4 of every 5 years).
Coming back to swearing at Fall by our Twoke, let me establish that he was being the conformist here .Though the picturesque locale is a widely appreciated by our reader a typical Karzeeike is not used to appreciating vulgar display of orange and green on a nude brown thin barks. A typical Karzeeike isn’t used to appreciation at all. You would have anticipated it if you had heard the rhyme
“Give the spatnike an orangutan and in a decade he will create army of deadly Apes
Give the martyfe a gum and in a year he will give celestial tapes
Give the brodestu a pin and in a month he will take a hike
Give the karzeeike a global-trans premium user map and he will light his pipe”
Twoke proceeded to his work station, now that his duty towards the nature has been done, shoving and scuffling through the leaves. The leaves didn’t interest him, he has seen it all his life, besides everyone knows leaves mean nothing as they can’t be sawed. He was looking forward to his 10 pack shift like always, wondering if he will see the firing of the can today. That was what interested him, the Firing of the CAN. That was his secret desire, the one thing he swore no one would ever know

TBC