copyright © 2014
by Robert L. Blau
The Most Fragrant was a Pile of Shit. The Most Fragrant was always a Pile of Shit, or had been
for decades. That's because all the candidates for Most Fragrant
had been Piles of Shit. So, while the citizens of Olfactria were
very serious about their odors, and came down firmly on the side of
fragrance, they never had a choice. Until this year.
This year, the candidates for
Most Fragrant were the usual, standard-issue PoS and, surprisingly, a
Rose. Now, the good people of Olfactria had had their sniffing
apparatus seriously degraded by years and years under piles and pile of
Piles of Shit. Nevertheless, the fragrance of a Rose has enormous
restorative powers, and the sniffers began to awaken. This cried
for action! But what's a PoS to do?
"Whoa! Look-a-there!" cries the PoS. "See them
thorns? You touch them thorns, you gonna get pricked!
That's not a good feeling for Olfactrians there."
And "That Rose is the wrong color!" says the PoS. "Olfactrians
like red Roses, not yellow. That's deception, see?"
Then again, "Listen close!" urges the PoS. "Do you here the Rose makin'
any pleasin' sounds? No! That Rose is silent! And how
about taste? That Rose ain't got no taste 'tall! Y'all just
look where I tell you to. Check all four senses, and y'all will
know that I am the only true Olfactrian choice for Most Fragrant."
All four indeed.