Skip to comments.The Diary of Andy Franks
Posted on 05/06/2005 8:02:08 AM PDT by pickrell
Our compound is surrounded by the big fences that we made ourselves. The committee told us that to keep the Others out, we needed to use plenty of barbed wire and razor wire on top of the tall fences. The Committee looked quite pleased that we built it so strong. They say that as a group, we are everything they have come to expect...
A few of the bravest of the Committee go outside occasionally to replenish the smoke generators that ring our area, together with large mirrors which remind us that only true happiness comes from within our compound.
Once I did a bad thing and looked through the fence, outside between the smoke plumes. I noticed in particular a small habitat, like many of the others outside, where only an older male and an older female live with several younger persons. They must be so lonely and terrified to have no safe haven, and only their own work to feed themselves. It is sad that they have been so misguided to foresake the comfort of a Committee to help them decide what to plant and where to put the vegetables and the fruit trees.
Our group made such long range plans that we safeguarded our fruit trees by planting them all inside the inner Committee compound area. (Like most of the people, I've never been inside the inner compound, but I catch glimpses on the way to my assigned work). That way, the fruit trees are safer from the depredations of the counter-social, uncivilized people among us, despite all of our education in the People's schools.
Even so, we have much less fruit than we expected because of this uncivilized behavior. The committee brings out what fruit they can, but it seems that somehow only the smallest fruit with bad spots on it manages to survive the unexplainable late night losses. Every year the Committee acts to further safeguard our fruit trees. It is such necessary work.
The committee's guards keep everyone away from the fences at night. If the people see the fruit, then bad thoughts may form in their heads. Even with such devoted measures on the part of the Committee, less fruit seems available to be brought out to the people each year.
We wonder how much worse it would be if each person had his own separate trees and, (like the madness outside, where they want "separate accounts for Social Security", words we had explained to us that were bad words), each person could lose his personal trees through accidents and mismanagement. How sad and terrible for them! Planting more trees would only wreck the system, since this would threaten the supply we have always counted on for so many years! How uneducated the outside people are not to see this. It's like building more schools outside of the control and safety of the Committee, and calling them "charter, or parochial schools". Choices confuse the people and are dangerous.
And as I watched that small house outside, they picked those baskets full of apples, and my mouth watered. I raged at their greediness. They even traded their extra basketsful for some of the berries that the old people in the small house beside them grew. Since our fences have now been built so high, we seem unable now to seize these unfair and inequitable windfalls of fruit from the undeserving, like we did in the past. In school we are taught about the unfairness of the outside.
A guard who caught me looking out the fence, kindly explained how "the rich keep getting richer", and as we watched, the older woman had the brazenness to actually plant a few more little trees... of yet more different types of fruit! And this was blatant, unapproved planting. There were no inspection certificates, and no regulators present! I was so shaken that I vowed then and there, never to look outside again.
To show how dangerous the poison of the outside is, only yesterday the Committee caught a man growing seeds he had saved from an apple, in a small area hidden from the people. He had raised these two trees nearly five feet high and to show his selfish intent, had purposefully applied what one guard had remarked was the "bonsai" technique, where the tree would remained miniaturized and concealable.
This would enable him to harvest the results of his work...and not turn the fruit over to the committee, for examination as to the safety of it. Through his tears, as the Committee guards dug them up, the offender actually admitted, "These are my trees, you bastards!".
And sure enough, when the committe removed the trees and tested them, they turned out to be poisonous trees, which could have spread a poisonous taste within the people. The Committee acted just in the nick of time! The miscreant will be re-educated.
How lucky we are that all of our trees are now in the Committee's inner compound. Otherwise the small remainder of the fruit that we now enjoy, after all of the mysterious and unstoppable losses, would be gone also. And the Committee suffers stoically along with us, since I have never heard any of them complain about a lack of fruit. They are so wonderful.
I tasted an apple a few months ago. It was my turn in the fair distribution of the production of the people. It was a good apple, despite the holes and the black spots.
We owe so much to the Committee.
Darn good point. One that I missed! Thanks.
Trotter's agents are everywhere!