" Do I taste funny?" No, you taste salty."Revekah began to giggle, "Only salty?" Salty and a little like chicken."Revekah's giggle turned to shrieks o... laughter. "Chicken? How did you know about that joke?" I was on your planet for a few decades. I studied many aspects of your culture. There was a while where I was interested by the phenomena of cannibalism within your species. I am sure there was a lot I did not 'get' but that was one joke that stood out in my memory. 'Tastes like chicken, '. Is that real friendship?The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a c***d and then, by his absence, left the c***d fatherless and then Godless.The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the. The man knelt and retrieved his bow, his eyes never leaving Clipper. The man did a turn-around motion and Clipper turned halfway, hoping he wouldn’t get a bullet in the back. The man approached from the side, so he wasn’t in the line of fire of his buddies and carefully took the AK47 from Clipper’s back, lifting the sling over Clipper’s upraised arm. He patted Clipper down, finding his folding knife and his two throwing knives. Clipper knew that possession of the rifle was bad, and he was glad. I would almost always do this to her before taking her out into the woods or river bottom not far from where we lived. At the time my father had several Shetland ponies as he loved animals. So with her fantasy's and mine one evening after my dad was asleep I stripped her naked and instead of taking her out to the little cabin behind the house where I usually took her. I led her past it and across the pasture she told me later that as I led her across the pasture she had no idea what I was going.