The Prophet

On the lawn of the Court House were benches were old men dozed in the sun. This was almost a tradition, few ever gave it much thought. But one day, something happened. No one saw how it began, but once it had started no one could ignore it. From where did this man with a bull horn come, no one knew. But in the middle of the square, this round rotund jolly elf began to speak.
"You old men, arise, there is danger in the air!" A few nodding heads opened their eyes.

"Danger, what danger, "some muttered?

"I am going to tell you of the seasons. They have been regular in how they proceed. We know that the seasons are fickle. In the later part of September, the cold winds will arive, knocking every leaf from all the tree, then in the begining of October comes a rain, a cold rain, and then the rain turns to snow. Snow stays on the ground til May. In fact, you may not realize that Spring has come until you see a flower poking its head from the soil. One day, you say,"It is warm, and life is good", and so it is. From May to September, you forget about the cold, and the snow, and the harsh weather. You sit here under the shade of nice tall trees, and bask in the warmth of the sun's rays.

The old men began to stir. It is not clear to them what is happening, but something definitely is afoot. They begin to straighten up, listening to the man with the bull horn.

"But, I am here to tell you that something is changing, and that something is the weather. What if the cold does not retreat? What if things freeze up, and the sun refuses to warm the earth? It could happen. People talk about global warming, but what if we first go through another ice age?
It's possible.

The old men became agitated, they stirred among themselves, and others began to join in as if they too could form some other theory, which could explain the words of the prophet.

Two motor cycle cops were entering the Court House, their testimony was needed for Court, and they viewed from afar the agitation of the people on the lawn. One of the men asked;" Should we do somethng?" The other just shook his head saying," No, not yet. We have a Court date."

In the confusion of the moment, the gnome like elf slipped away. As he had come, no one saw Les leave. Waiting for him , in the sign truck was Bill. Bill had a disorder which made him shake. If one were not aware of his condition, one could think he was an arrogant son of a gun, because in order to walk, he had to carry his head back, which was almost like "sticking his nose in the air" , when in fact, it was just his disease.

"How did it go?", asked Bill?

Les's eye's gleamed,"Like a charm," he said chuckling.