Stories From The Head

The Power Of Telepathy Mælpos carried a dark secret. He was a midget! His friends had always viewed him as an equal, though they had a funny feeling something wasn’t quite right. The fact that he wore glasses made him seem taller and more intelligent, but after five years of close friendship, several of his friends had begun to suspect a certain deformity. Opsahl, a young, black man with a fist the size of a watermelon, decided to confront Mælpos. “Mælpos, old and valued frind (the same as friend, only better), you beautiful individual, mother of my children (Opsahl was a compulsive liar), you hungry horse-rider, you amazingly beautiful little ape – are you, or have you ever been, A MIDGET?!” Mælpos looked at his frind. Opsahl had tried to communicate with Mælpos using telepathy, and, as Opsahl had no telepathic abilities whatsoever, Mælpos hadn’t heard a word. After 17 minutes of comfortable silence, Opsahl decided to use his speaking voice instead of his mind. “Mælpos, are you a midget?” (Opsahl never used the same amount of words when he used his speaking voice, as when he used his thoughts, due to an incident which had occurred several years earlier, involving a giant bull and a waitress). Mælpos still looked at his frind. “...no...” he whispered. “But...”Opsahl started. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you are only 26 cm tall”. Mælpos was starting to panic. “...no. No, I’m not”, he said, thinking it would be the end of it. It wasn’t. ”Will you let me measure you?” Opsahl whispered. “Yes! Yes, you may!” Mælpos had the upper hand now. He was a master of the art of faking his own height, and Opsahl’s measuring would surely settle the matter once and for all. “26 cm” Opsahl said, after a long and tiresome measuring. “I’m sorry I accused you of being a midget. I know now that you are not, even though you really are only 26 cm tall. I hadn’t taken into consideration that you have a beautiful face, and only one leg, which most midgets consider insulting. I would also like to add that I am very confused now, and may stop breathing at any moment”. Mælpos looked at his frind. “Opsahl”, he said. “Are you using telepathy again? ‘Cause you sure as hell ain’t talking”. But it was too late. Opsahl had stopped breathing. Mælpos buried him in an old indian graveyard, together with a young cat he’d found wandering around. “Well”, he thought. “My secret is safe...for now!” He was absolutely right. For now...

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