Foley''s Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Two Parades

 It has been almost three months since I wrote a post for the blog I created. I thought it was important to let Ruby get more experience writing this. Also, at the Bridge, we don't measure time. When you have eternity, time becomes unimportant. 

    But, this is still a blog I created, and when I have some to say Ruby has agreed to cede today's post to me.

    Because I had some after-life altering occur to me yesterday.

    I went to a parade.

    I hadn't planned to do so. I was doing my daily walk through Doggyspace Village, and Blogvillle when I heard a commotion from the human side. 

    I walked over and saw a large parade featuring machines I had never seen on the mortal side. I saw a man in a big suit and red tie slumped on a throne surrounded by guards.,

    I went over to the bleachers where he was sitting, jumped up, wiggled through the legs, and sat next to the commander. (A Yorkie goes unnoticed. We would make excellent assassins, but that takes a lot of planning and cuts into our nap time, which is why we stay peace-loving. No one wants a sleepy assassin.

    I asked the man what he was doing.

    "There are weapons I developed. I want my enemies to see them, so they fear me, and don't attack me."

    "Who is going to attack you at the Bridge."

    "You never know, we have to stay vigilant."

    I couldn't imagine why. A huge machine, that looked like a tank with a trunk with hair went by. I asked what it was.

    "It's a bamboozle launcher. It hits my enemies with a thousand bamboozles. It will make them fear me.,"

   “And what is that?” I asked as a giant spider folate overhead.

    “That is an arachnidspinner. It shoots out webs to wrap around, squeeze, and destroy buildings.”

    Then I saw Oompaloompas and was happy to see something familiar until they exploded and covered everyone in toxic purple. The commander laughed uproariously, then suddenly stopped. He looked around. “Where did all the people go?” he asked looking at the emput sidewalks and bleachers.

    We heard the crowd cheering. We followed the sound and came to another parade. People carried flowers, and candy, passing them out, and giving hugs and kisses.

    “What is this?” the commander commanded.

     A little girl with a pink balloon approached and said “It’s a peace parade,” she explained.

    “A peace parade?” the commander whined. “What is so exciting about that.”

    “Because peace should be celebrated, and war shunned,” I explained. “Acknowledging hate is foolish, recognizing love is wise.  ”

 “But there are no bamboozles, no arachnidspinners, not even an Oompaloompa,” he cried. 

   “No,” I said. “Just peace.”

    And then a rogue Ooompa Loopa hugged the commander, and then exploded, and all that was left was an orange and purple puddle.

    I went back to celebrate the peace parade.

    It was the best parade I have ever witnessed.