1.0 link Rainbow Dash Network http://rainbowdash.net/ Micheal Schlongcoptor (thatonestocking) http://rainbowdash.net/thatonestocking http://rainbowdash.net/notice/2970141 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. "Do you know?" I will ask. Their response is understandably confused, "Know what, sir?" I will look once more into their eyes, deep past the surface and into their soul. I will then whisper my answer: "Do you know? Do you know what the fox say?" Then, before they can answer, I will die.