Thursday, 10 October 2013

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THADDEUS MALODOROUS
A Tale of Matching Disabilities
By Izzy Ess of Odorless

Thaddeus Malodorous was known throughout his village and was always given ample room to pass.  When he was on the street, the populace moved to the other side of it and let him have the whole west, or east, side of the street to walk.  Everyone was glad when he moved on and no one could confront him without holding up his nose and clamping it to avoid the smell of him.  He owned a German Metzgerei on Kingston Street and he hired a woman to just manage it, because he knew that no one would come in his Shoppe for the Butchery for meat unless he wasn’t there.  He stayed in the back freezer room which he could lock to cut his cuts of meat.  He was artistically good and cut up venison and calves, young kids and horses, expertly, which customers were glad to buy if Thaddeus stayed sequestered in the freezer room.

Thaddeus was lonely.  No woman would go after him, despite the fact that he was richer than the average man on Kensington.  In fact, he was the richest man in Johannesburg in Southern Germany.  He had no wife or children for his money and he was not interested in a hobby that took lots of money.  He was an amateur good craftsman, building little houses and such beautiful street scenes of life on Kensington.  He fashioned his own Metzgerei, the next door Baecharei and the next door Pferderei.  Sometimes he carved some bones to make it look like marble tables and marble places for the fires.   He added all the details accurately and was very proud of his cafés and restaurants.  The ornate Train Station down the street was his very favourite of all.  He also did the church and steeple of the Martin Luther Place of Worship.  He used the self-same cedar wood to model it and added all the gingerbread at the old-fashioned entry to the church.  He used real stones, and carved his bones, to make the cemetery next to Martin Luther’s church and a real fountain to adorn the plaza out in front of the old stone Rathouse on the circle driveway at the end of Kingston Street.  He used real wood to make the huge gazebo in the city centre and painted it with outdoor whites and blacks.  He carved some tiny old musicians to sit therein and look like it was Sunday afternoon when they would play those waltzes and the polkas that the people loved.  He carved tiny bones to make the faces and the hands.  He made the fountain really squirt some water to the music with a pump that was three-quarter timed.

One day a woman with a buxom figure walked right by Herr Thaddeus Malodorous and didn’t flinch or hold her nose.  She smiled at Thad with friendliness and asked the time of day.  Our Thad was thrilled that she did not appear to have a sense of smell.  He asked her all about it and she said she had a very bad type of sinusitis which blocked all her olfactory nerve endings in her nose and she couldn’t smell a thing and had a lot of trouble with discarding food that had a certain smell.  Old Thad, for now he was some fifty years of age, was so delighted he invited her to see his models of the Street of Kensington, and she accepted his ambitious invitation, eh?  They touched romantically in the freezer locker and they smiled so friendly-like that Thaddeus was prompted, there and then, to ask her for a date for Saturday’s big party in the village square.  Ms. Shirley Sniffles was so thrilled.  She hadn’t had a date in 20 years.  She said, “Why, yes, of course, I’ll go with you to the big party and I’ll wear my Sunday best!”

The populace of Johannesburg were very cruel and left our Thad and Shirley by themselves to dance some polkas and some waltzes.  The members of the band, they did their best to play despite the odor emanating from both Thad and Shirley.  Finally, they all got up and left saying, “It’s not a very good attendance for the party, so we’re going home.”  Thad and Shirley sadly tipped the members of the band, just the same, and they did thank the couple but they left, immediately.  Later, Thad and Shirley did find out that all the members of the band just moved to Stephan’s Restaurant where all the folks had gathered and they just continued with a party there.  Thad and Shirley knew that going to Stephan’s would be disasterous so they walked to the freezer locker where they had a party of their own.  Thaddeus was able to receive the DRR loud station with a lot of waltzes and they danced themselves, romantically and made love.  It was the first time in so many years that either had indulged in sex, und es war wunderbarisch gut!  Herr Thaddeus took Shirley home and stayed the night and did the horizontal waltz so many times with enthusiasm and great feelings of romantic love.

Our Shirley did accept her Thaddeus’ offer to be married and they were in Martin Luther’s Place of Worship on a Wednesday when no one else was there except the minister who held his nose completely shut, throughout.  The witnesses were Thaddeus’ employees who were smiling and quite kind to everyone, but also held their noses shut.  The legal papers were all signed and witnessed and the happy couple spent their two week honeymoon in Fiji, where they got a lot of privacy in their own cottage and their own small beach.  When back in old Johannesburg, our Shirley moved her stuff to Thaddeus’ large old house and set up housekeeping, forever.  Shirley was already pregnant and she bore her Thaddeus two twin boys and two twin girls within a year.  All of them were born without a sense of smell.  They set up excellent home schooling and the children all became good Metzgern for the village of Johannesburg.  They vacationed with the children frequently and had a place in Fiji, all reserved for them.

So, yes, dear reader, there are times when smelling is an obstacle.  However, there are times when inability to smell is quite advantageous under certain circumstances, like the ones I have attempted to describe.  So, don’t give up, dear readers, when you have a disability.  There’s always someone out there with a disability that is compatible with yours.  Amen and Hallelujah!

THE END

© izzy sommers, md
Wetland, Kanata

Oktoberfest, 2013

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