Thursday, June 12, 2008

Herb, Accelerated


HERB, ACCELERATED
By Matthew Sanborn Smith

Herb could only count to four because he always wore mittens. The world, full of more than four things, overwhelmed him. He cried. Once, when a low flying snowball tore the mitten from his hand, the world suddenly became a more manageable place. The things that were grouped in more than seven were far less than the things that were grouped in more than four. Herb felt that his intelligence had increased by seventy-five percent. He lorded it over his friends, shunned his wife for never believing in him. Never again would he re-mitten his red, numbed hand. Of course, it never occurred to him to remove the other mitten. For even sporting seventy-five percent more brain power, he was still pretty dumb.

2 comments:

Kosmo said...

Hah! Good story. Short-shorts are hard to pull off.

Matthew Sanborn Smith said...

Especially if she has big hips.