{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Rainbow Dash Network","provider_url":"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/","type":"link","title":"Micheal Schlongcoptor (thatonestocking)'s status on Sunday, 08-Sep-13 04:14:31 UTC","author_name":"Micheal Schlongcoptor (thatonestocking)","author_url":"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/thatonestocking","url":"http:\/\/rainbowdash.net\/notice\/2970141","html":"This is a mystery that will haunt me to my last day. I will be an old man, weathered by the years and a well lived life. I will be too old to live autonomously, and so I will live in either a nursing home or a hospital. I will have lost myself to the deterioration of my brain. I will be gone, all but one part of me. I will thrash in my bed, screaming every night. The nurse or attendant will calm me. Then, one night. The final night. I will not thrash, I will not scream. My caretaker will check on me. I will look them dead in the eye, and whisper something. It will be to soft, and they will have to move closer to hear me. I continue to whisper and they put their ear next to my old, withered lips. &quot;Do you know?&quot; I will ask. Their response is understandably confused, &quot;Know what, sir?&quot; I will look once more into their eyes, deep past the surface and into their soul. I will then whisper my answer: &quot;Do you know? Do you know what the fox say?&quot; Then, before they can answer, I will die."}