Hansimangu and Grumalo
There is a lovely road that runs from Woodotsheni to Los Angesburg called I-10. I am led into a foreign land where great high buildings tower over me; so many that I cannot count. The blinding lights swallow the darkness of night as Hansimangu and I make our way into Johollywood, the heart of Los Angesburg where our destiny awaits us. It has been two nights and three days since Hansimangu and I have left Woodotsheni, the land of endless forests and a mall full of children with parents who have too much money and no common sense. My stomach begins to ache, but I praise Tixo for the faith he has given Hansimangu and I to embark on this journey to Johollywood. We are the chosen ones. Hansimangu speaks, we are lost, Grumalo.
-How shall we get to Johollywood, Hansimangu?
-Let us pray, Grumalo, he says.
Hansimangu has faith in Tixo to send the Star of David and lead us the way. What a faithful servant of God. We continue on our journey to Johollywood. We pray to be given a sign, any sign of the great city which will lead us to our careers as famous actors in Johollywood. As the chosen ones. It was at that moment that God sent us a sign.
-Tixo! Tixo! I cry, for have no doubt it is fear in my eyes when I see the most barbaric act a man could ever act.
-Au! Hansimangu cries, for he sees the same man that I have seen, breathing life through the pointiest nose in all of God's creation, holding out his frightened child over the edge of the balcony. Let us pray, Hansimangu says. He gets on his knees and prays. I get on my knees and pray. We...