27 Jan 2015 • 1 review • 0 follower
My name is Noah, I'm a professional shipwright.
I count patience as one of my greatest virtues for one has to be patient to be a good shipwright.
My magnum opus, a vessel named The Ark, was an endeavor that took me 120 years.
This great endeavor compelled me to invite representatives from all in the animal kingdom (you know, husband and wife for each animal species) for a sort-of “boat warming” party.
Even though it rained on the party, it was, on many accounts a very good party, except for one minor issue – the dinosaurs never turned up.
Their absence perplexed me thoroughly and haunted me for years.
Did I send the calendar invite to the right email address? I’m sure I did because I received their “Accept” responses.
Was the selection of food not appropriate? I know me and the boys (and their wives) had to harvest and cook the food, but none of the other guests complained, and some even said it was the best they ever had!
Were accommodations for the night not suitable? No, it can’t be. I had made The Ark extra big on purpose so there would be rooms for all.
I did everything right, didn’t I?
Even the closing ceremony. The budget was a little short for fireworks, but the rainbow and sunny sky was good right?
For years, I tried to find an answer.
I even asked Russell Crowe when he played me in that movie about me why the dinosaurs didn’t come.
All I got was a shrug. Not even consoling hugs from Jennifer Connelly or Emma Watson.
Today, I had my lunch in the Peach Garden restaurant at NTU.
After waiting for an hour for the first dish, I looked around to see who my fellow patrons at the restaurants were.
That’s when I saw them. The dinosaurs. Still waiting.
Now I know why they never turned up.