He Carried His Love on the Top of His Head
There was once a man who carried his love on the top his head.
For the most part there were no problems.
But sometimes if he wasn’t paying attention, his love would fall off. And in those moments, when his love was lost, he was not so nice to be around.
He’d get down on his hands and knees and yell at everyone, “Get out of my way! I’m looking for my love! Don’t touch it or I’ll destroy you!”
But as soon as he found it, and placed it back on the top of his head, he was himself again.
The end.
-from my book Feed It to the Worms, a collection of very short stories for small children.
