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<font color=CC66CC>Short Post Man cracks me up!<br
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"Oh, No!" he gasped as he surveyed the disaster before
him. Never in his 40 years of life had he seen anything
like it. How anyone could have survived he did not know.
He could only hope that somewhere amid the overwhelming
destruction he would find his 16-year-old son. Only the
slim hope of finding Danny kept him from turning and
fleeing the scene. He took a deep breath and proceeded.
Walking was virtually impossible with so many things
strewn across his path. He moved ahead slowly.
"Danny! Danny!" he whispered to himself. He tripped and
almost fell several times. He heard someone, or something,
move. At least he thought he did. Perhaps, he was just
hoping he did. He shook his head and felt his gut tighten.
He couldn't understand how this could have happened. There
was some light but not enough to see very much. Something
cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away.
In desperation, he took another step then cried out,
"Danny!"
From a nearby pile of unidentified material, he heard his
son. "Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it could
hardly be heard.
"It's time to get up and get ready for school," the man
sighed, "and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room!"
him. Never in his 40 years of life had he seen anything
like it. How anyone could have survived he did not know.
He could only hope that somewhere amid the overwhelming
destruction he would find his 16-year-old son. Only the
slim hope of finding Danny kept him from turning and
fleeing the scene. He took a deep breath and proceeded.
Walking was virtually impossible with so many things
strewn across his path. He moved ahead slowly.
"Danny! Danny!" he whispered to himself. He tripped and
almost fell several times. He heard someone, or something,
move. At least he thought he did. Perhaps, he was just
hoping he did. He shook his head and felt his gut tighten.
He couldn't understand how this could have happened. There
was some light but not enough to see very much. Something
cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away.
In desperation, he took another step then cried out,
"Danny!"
From a nearby pile of unidentified material, he heard his
son. "Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it could
hardly be heard.
"It's time to get up and get ready for school," the man
sighed, "and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room!"
