Moses and Mogli meet Saint Misbehavin'

Low tide. The sun tip-toes on the top of the sea. A cloud rolls in to mask the rays letting the sun have just enough time to plant an incantation in the ocean's soil. The spell signals the moon to extend a finger and tap the seas sending out a seismic shock that shakes the sleeping sound. The reef below is forced to lift up a salty curtain and whip it out to shore. The ocean is pregnant with reef and the water all along the beach as the ocean begins to swell. A wall is formed to parallel the guardrails that set the stage for the Maui mountain range. Trillions of water molecules race upward to reach the shelf. The top heavy crest begins to lurch forward forming a hand that reaches out to grasp our adventurers. Moses and his boy Mogli find themselves gazing in awe at the scattered sunlight through it's monstrous claws. Mogli's brown eyes turn a heavy black as the sun is shaded by the water's clenching fist.

Mogli's day started like any other day for a jungle boy. After gardening and weeding and climbing coconut trees, Mogli's new friend Oobe came by to take Mogli to the bamboo forest as he had not ever seen one before. Mogli and Oobe treked through waterfalls and cliffsides in order to reach the heart of the woods. Deep in the forest's pit the bamboo's skinny branches spread far to box out the sky. Mogli and Oobe found themselves walking through a tight corridor, creeping through tall green stalks hoping to seek further adventure beyond the wooden walls. "Wait," Oobe whispered as he haulted quickly causing a most uncoordinated collision between the two boys. Before Mogli could utter the "U" in "Umph," Oobe muzzled his face with his hand and held a silent finger up to his lips. Oobe knew Mogli understood because the black of his eyes flared deep with anticipation. At first the ghost wasn't obvious but then while Mogli backed away from Oobe's outstretched hand, the bamboo trees shook together humming a wooden chime. "Tend to the land and the land will tend to you." This mysterious whipser repeated melodically through the marimba bark. The ghost danced around the trees while Mogli and Oobe sprinted out in shock and ecstasy.

Mogli and Oobe laughed about their small adventure over a couple of fish sandwhiches and some steamy fries. Mogli took a swig of his coconut beer to calm his aldrenaline. He sighed. Mogli looked at his friend Oobe who was equally satisfied after his own fish sandwhich. "That ghost is right," Oobe said. "People come to this island and really get chewed up and spit back out from whence they came. These are people who probably don't come with open minds and who don't care for the land, respect the ocean. It's the island's way of weeding gnarly people out." Mogli glanced outside at the ocean and promised to do his best to provide for and respect the island.

The clown arrived in a white luxury dodge toting his favorite practical jokes, his briefcase, and his bass on a leash. The director also stepped out of the vehicle, eager to spread the message of love to all who she encountered. Every step they took away from the dodge brought closer an environment of music and bubbles. To Hanuman the Clown addressed, "Good morning Hanuman, how's the monkey buisness?" Smiles followed where ever he went. When the lights went down, it was time for the director to take the spotlight. Through talking heads and ancient footage, she presented cinematic portrait of the clown's legacy. The Saint that dedicated his life to serving his community and having a helluva goodtime doing it.

Moses became anxious to take Mogli on another excursion out to sea, inspired by the abundant joy filling up the great whoopie cushion of perception. Moses now feared, however, that he may have lead Mogli into a futile position. As He starred up at the wave's shimmering claws he prayed that no harm would come of his boy. But Mogli was not as frightened as Moses. He looked calm. Mogli seemed to accept his fate. "Oh no," Moses thought to himself, "now the boy is suicidal!" Mogli closed his eyes, thought of the clown, stood up with the bamboo and set sail through the closing fist of the wave. Together Moses and Mogli sored through the water, jetting down the pipeline and over the last remnants of the ocean lump. The sun came out again and the seagulls chirped as they climbed up and down the hills. "What a good day for a ride," thought Moses.