Sitcom, Reality Show or Real Life - who knows. Just
enjoy the ride
I was having an awesome daydream. My friend Mahatma
and I were racing down a crowded street on the back
of two royal Indian elephants, jumping over carts
and cars and people. And I had almost caught up
know, my young friend, Happiness is when what you
think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony,"
Mahatma harmonically called back to me above the
roar of the crowd dashing out of the way, and the
pounding of the elephants feet below us as they
rhythmically crashed down and bounced high into
one," I called back. "It ain't over till it's over..."
Mahatma chuckled softly to himself as he peered
back at me and rolled his eyes. "Ahh… Yogi Berra…"
I muttered, embarrassed. I had thought it was Yogi
about, there's enough on this planet for everyone's
needs but not everyone's greed," Mahatma called,
noticing I was gaining on him a little bit.
We have this thing we do when we get together, Mahatma
and me. We like to trade bits of wisdom. You never
know when they can come in handy. "Ya gotta believe…"
I called over as I was just about trunk to trunk
with my buddy, Mahatma.
best way to find yourself, is to lose yourself in
the service of others," Mahatma countered as I inched
ahead of him.
the change you wish to see in the world," I giggled,
then gasped as I turned back to the road and saw
a whole herd of goats crossing the road in front
of us. Fortunately my ride was paying attention
and he nimbly leaped over the entire herd.
the change…" Mahatma repeated as his elephant did
an impressive triple summersault over the herd and
landed just ahead of me, and we continued barreling
down the road neck and neck. "I like that one, young
Master Chronicles. I'll have to remember that."
man!" a voice thundered from the heavens. It was
a very familiar sounding voice. "Junior must be
daydreaming again." Yep, it was the familiar voice
I thought it had been… my sister.
Aw man is right, cause the next thing I knew Mahatma
had disappeared into the distance and when I blinked
I noticed my family's Yodel Bus was blocking the
road. And my family and our friends were all peering
out the windshield and the tinted bus' windows.
And they didn't look too happy.
I blinked again and my speeding elephant disappeared.
I kept going though, and skidded and rolled in the
dirt, stopping just inches from the parked Yodel
Bus. The door slid open and they all poked their
heads out. "There goes the Neighborhood!" they all
sighed together and canned laughter filled the cloudy
was that Junior? Canned laughter … did you just
daydream us into a sitcom?" my sister Ellie moaned
as she sat back down in her seat, pouting, and angrily
stuck her ipod earplugs in.
Everyone else was equally upset, and grumbling found
their seats in the bus.
Only Dad climbed down onto the dusty road to help
me up. No one appreciates my daydreaming much except
Dad. That's because Dad used to be quite a daydreamer
himself, once upon a time. Or so everyone says.
So, because it reminds him of the kind of things
that used to happen to him, Dad overlooks the slight
inconvenience that happens to everybody when I start
You know the tiny matter of everyone being dragged
away from wherever and whenever and whatever they
were doing, all through time, space and lots of
other dimensional universes into my daydream. Sorry,
but that's the way it rolls these days since they
gave me my own book series, The Junior Chronicles.
That's me, by the way, Junior Chronicles. Yeah,
I know, you weren't sure if it was my name or a
series of adventurous chronicles about me. Lucky
you, it's both.
Lucky me, I've got a whole book series all about
my amazing chronicled adventures. Except, it does
still get to me sometimes when I think about the
fact that my life takes place in a book series.
I can't even imagine how it must feel for my family
and friends. On account of the fact that these stories
are really all about me and they just have supporting
No wonder that, except for Dad who's just always
so excited that we get to have another adventure,
everyone else is often a little less enthusiastic
about starting a new chronicle than I would have
had amazing YODEL-abilities once when they gave
me a chronicle of my own…"
That's my sister Ellie muttering over there. But
you know, she's right. In these chronicles of mine,
I'm the only one that seems to have that amazing
mystical yodeling ability to appear anywhere throughout
time or space in this or any other dimensional universe.
It's not my fault. Can I help it if the Author wrote
it this way?
Believe me, I usually feel pretty much the same
as everyone else, because although I've got the
starring role in these stories, I never have any
idea about where they're going.
Which does make it interesting. But if I had any
say in it, I'd definitely do things a little differently
than the way they're usually chronicled. And I tell
you, if I ever had the chance, I'd give that Author
a piece of my mind about some of the crazy things
he's put us through.
That's what I always thought. Unfortunately I was
about to get a chance to do just that, and it wasn't
going to go exactly as I'd always thought it would.
Cause after Dad helped me up, I slipped on the carefully
placed banana peel, and when the canned laughter
died down, the lights came on all around us, and
I saw that Ellie had been right. Turns out we were
in a sitcom after all. And our series Creator was
staring at us from the audience. And he didn't look
very happy, at all.