Little Harold sat in his
room,
playing with his
toys, and
thinking about
everything, thinking about
nothing, just thinking, thinking and playing, as the
time rolled past. Suddenly, something came to pass in Harold's little
head. It was not yet a thought, just a
gentle germ, simply the
subtlest seed. But it was
something. And so, Harold thought about this something, this thought that was forming in his head. And then he knew -- he had an
idea!!
This was an exciting moment, for just the moment before Harold had had no idea, and now he had an idea!! Oh, it was a little idea at first, a tiny little nothing of an idea, but oh, how he kept thinking upon it, thinking it over, thinking it through, and it
grew, and grew!!
He
nurtured it with his thoughts and
reflections, expanding it in all sorts of
directions, and soon it was.... a
big idea, the sort he could retort with if someone asked, "what's the big idea?" And bigger and bigger it grew, this idea, it was big, it was
large, it was
huge, it was --
substantial!! So big was it, it would change everything, it would
change the world, this
stupendous,
humongous big idea!! Why, with this idea, Harold would be--
"Haaaarry,
dinner!!" he heard
mother call out. Dinner? No, no time for dinner now, for his idea was
growing and
glowing and
flowing and simply
howling as if the
winds were blowing it up, up, up. No dinner, he had to
think!!
"I made your
faaaavorite!!" Mother was most insistent now, "
spaghetti and
pizza,
chocolate ice cream for
desert!!"
Spaghetti!!
Pizza!!
Spaghetti and pizza!! And
ice cream for desert!! And
chocolate ice cream, at that!!
Now this was
urgent. The big idea would have to wait its
turn. Anyway, it had no particular place to go right then, so Harold decided to leave it right there. He would come back to pick it up
later.
....
....
....
....
Later....
Harold was so stuffed, all that spaghetti, all that pizza, all that chocolate ice cream!! Back up to his room he came, and then he remembered, oh yes, he had been thinking of an idea, a big idea -- but where was it? He looked up and down and all around his room, but the idea was gone. It had left, without an
inkling, without a
clue as to what once grew and grew and grew.
Harold shrugged, for if no
trace of it could be found, well it must not have been so big an idea after all. And before he could count his
lucky stars, little Harold
swooned off to sleep. To sleep, perchance to
dream big ideas in his dreams.
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THE END