Written by Hektor Thillet
The FreeSound Community
*Chrsitopher Beale - Narrator & voices
*Ann Arnorld - Mother
The Little Boy With 200 Tongues
by Hektor Thillet
There is a room with a little boy.
“Come down to eat!
Come down with us.”
Says the mother of the little boy.
He is upstairs dreaming out of this world
that is so scary and cruel and all.
“He is not so ugly.”
Says his mom.
“Perhaps his 200 tongues so hideous and all won’t show in public if you tie them all”
Says the family to the little boy’s mom.
He looks in the mirror, the big one, with the crack and the hole,
and thinks it would be better to chop them off.
He lives in a castle like those kids draw. With enough candy to rot a normal boy.
“Let’s go outside!
Let’s play baseball!”
Yell his cousins Angel Bad and Angel Worse.
He comes to play…
…that little boy.
He grips the bat.
He hits the ball.
It’s a homerun!
He’s not applauded.
Instead his cousins and naughty boys throw poisonous bugs on his swollen tongues.
He cries a little to his blind mom
who sees no reason for grief at all.
the tongues will grow to look as beautiful as… Here is a candybar!
The little boy, always sad, and all alone, swallows his pride and all the wrongs.
And all the paper-mache demons of his child world.
He eats the blue ones and devours the orAnge. But the black ones with spikes make him fart a long range.
And so, whenever hurt or feeling odd, this little boy I tell you of,
would climb the stairs that feel so cold and lock himself in his room of blue walls | and CANDY floors.
He eats candy like a slimy bug,
creeping and licking and munching up. With his 200 starving tongues he feels DaVinci.
Somebody help him!
He’ll rotten up!