Let me tell you what happened to me during Carnival. Or maybe it was Halloween—I can’t be sure. In any case, there were children of various ages swarming in the streets, all in fancy dress. One of these pranksters, dressed as a fairy, flitted over to me and asked:
“Do you support free speech?”
“Of course,” I replied. “With all my heart, no shadow of a doubt!”
Then this nipper, who until then had seemed perfectly pleasant, raised his wand, and suddenly: hiccup marzipan hand outsiderness feels fluttering. Landmass of cotillion periphery herring. Arsenic cannon, to which then me thinnest? Five mice wise, cries no thrive. Eiderdown of tales, underneath for rails. Grumbles, grumbles Cuba kitchen, tootled major lakeside facing.
Phew! I must admit, I breathed a sigh of relief when the little rascal lowered his wand (just an ordinary plastic stick with a star on top). He fixed me with an expression that was half mocking, half sympathetic, and asked again:
“So, are you absolutely sure you support free speech?”
To be honest, the repetition of the question only served to strengthen my position.
“Yes!” I shouted. “Freedom of speech is of the utmost value to me, it’s indisputable!”
Of course, I had my suspicions about what would happen next, and I wasn’t wrong. The little imp raised his wand and the azure stomp to chestnuts forgiveness, quote wash will urban not. Shattered flouring kitten calf, half cheeky! Whittle this dynamics, florid potent piano, arrogate of seeded, punish blister bivy!
This could probably have gone on for some time, if the kiddie’s friends hadn’t called out to him as they were boarding the tram. The boy lowered his wand, ran to his pals, and rode off into the distance. But the adventure didn’t end there.
All I can add is that I’m proud of myself that throughout the hour of trial I didn’t succumb, and I upheld my values, the most important of which is freedom of speech, on a par, of course, with waddles or toadstool, scorching never spilt him, probe disrupting mango handle, sandal parallax.
