The Yodeler

Once there was a city.

There were people living in it.

They all had the same job.

Their job was to sit at a typewriter and calculate insurance payments. Every day. Forever.

Then one day

A man named Bill thought "This is ridiculous. Everyone is doing the same thing and it's a total waste of time."

He wanted to start afresh. Do something new and exciting.

So he climbed out of his office building. He climbed up to on top of it.

There he stood. Then he sat down.

Then he itched his armpit. Then he stood up again.

He made his decision. He started yodeling. Very loudly.

Everyone in the town heard him, and they scoffed.

"Rebel," they called him, "Maniac," "Orange."

But nothing they said could stop his constant yodeling.

Until one day

another man climbed on top of his house

AND HE started yodeling TOO. Too as in also, not the number.

Although, coincidentally, there were two of them.

The people were angry at the two of them for being so counter-culture.

But soon, a third person, a woman, had climbed up on top of her building.

As the weeks passed, more and more people were doing so.

The air of the town was filled with yodeling.

YODELELLOODLEODELLODLEELLELEOODDLELELDLLDLEOODLEOODLODEL. It sounded like that.

Until

after two months

everyone in the city

was Yodeling.

This continued. For a year.

Everyone was yodeling. EVERYONE. YODELING.

Until one day, a man named Rob said, "This is ridiculous. Everyone is doing the same thing and it's a total waste of time."

He wanted to start afresh. Do something new and exciting.

So he climbed down into the office building. He stood next to a desk.

There he stood. Then he sat down.

Then he itched his armpit. Then he stood up again.

He made his decision. He started calculating insurance payments.

Everyone in the town heard about him, and they scoffed.

"Rebel," they called him, "Maniac," "Orange."

But nothing they said could stop his constant insurance payment calculations.

And then, eels.