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206. Marty the Moose sensed he was going to die

Marty the Moose sensed he was going to die. The past few weeks had seen him reuniting with his long-lost parents, finally getting together with Millie – after five decades of trying – and then winning the lottery. Yes, the day the graphite and the ink would no longer draw him onto to funny pages of the Albuquerque Explorer was approaching fast, that seemed sure.

The following day, no sooner had his creator drawn the final finger of Marty’s hand or the moose grabbed a hold of the pencil-point, so as the pencil left the paper, it peeled Marty right off the 2D-surface into the 3D-world.

Hey, what do you think you’re doing, the creator yelled.

Marty opened his mouth but words did not come out. After all, without a text balloon, how could he speak? So, still clinging to the pencil he started doing charades to make his point: he was not willing to go quietly into the night.

The creator was obviously sympathetic towards the qualms of his creation, but his hands were tied. ‘Management’ would rather get money for an extra ad than pay for a cartoon, he told Marty.

Saddened by this news, Marty let go of the pencil and trudged off to the flat world of the first panel again. The next Sunday, Marty the Moose made his final appearance in the Albuquerque Explorer.

That is, in about half of the paper’s 96,800 circulation. For in the remaining half, he popped up in corners, empty spaces and in panels from rival comic strips, drawn – often crudely but instantly recognisable – by thousands of children, in hundreds of homes.

As they leafed through the paper, to create the suggestion of an animated cartoon, a beaming Marty the Moose appeared more alive than ever.

 

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137. Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, you are on the train to…

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, you are on the train to…”

There was a pause. The train conductor for the love of God could not remember the destination. He made another attempt.

“This is the train to…”

But again, no destination. In the carriages the passengers were starting to chuckle.

Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris, London, Berlin, Cologne, Vienna. None of them sounded right. Looking out of the window didn’t help either, as the train was surrounded by a dense fog that veiled the surrounding landscapes.

“Well,” the conductor finally said. “We’ll just see where our journey takes us, shall we?”

Train 4523 was never heard of again. It just… disappeared.

Some say it now roams the Earth, perpetually shrouded in mist, without ever stopping, chugging merrily along, its plight uncertain till the conductor recalls its final destination.

I for one hope he never does.

Because what better destination is there than our own imagination?

 

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78. How about Mykonos?

“How about Mykonos?”

He pretended to be interested in the place on the map his wife’s finger was pointing at but he wasn’t. Each year, at the end of their holiday they repeated the same ritual. His wife would get out a map of the Mediterranean and they’d settle on where they’d vacation the following year. And by settle he meant that his wife would choose and he’d go along with it.

Truth was, he didn’t much care for the Mediterranean. He instead longed for more adventurous summers. To circumnavigate the Earth. Cross the Americas by train and scoop fresh Himalayas snow from a hot air balloon. As his eyes wandered from the map he imagined diving to the bottom of the ocean with a megalomaniac Indian and exploring strange new worlds at the centre of the Earth.

Of course that would never happen. Not with two stepchildren in tow and a kid of his own on the way. Not with a flourishing law firm that at most allowed three weeks of vacation a year. It pained him that his world would never expand beyond the Paris arrondissement he resided in and his yearly Mediterranean sightseeing tour.

“I’ve finished your story,” his wife said, awakening him from his daydream. “It is quite good, you know. Silly, yes, but fun. You should find a publisher.”

Jules kissed her on the lips, beaming.

“So, whereto, my love?” his wife asked.

“To the future,” he replied. “To the future.”

 

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36. A woolly mammoth appeared on the pink chair

A woolly mammoth appeared on the pink chair at the opposite side of the table.

“Hi there, my name is Marcie. What’s yours?” the little girl asked.

“I’m just a figment of your imagination,” the mammoth replied.

“Can I call you Wilbur?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, Wilbur. I’m gonna make you some tea.”

 

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