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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "Actions Speak Louder than Words" (without using the actual phrase). (02/21/08)

TITLE: Round and Round We Go
By L.M. Lee


Cling: Hello! I’m Cling.

Clang: And I’m Clang.

Cling and Clang: We’re the Change brothers!

Clang: We’ve been living in the bottom of this pocket so long; Claritin no longer is effective against our lint allergies.

Cling: I know it’s a strange place to live, but it’s the safest place these days. We lost our home. We lost our job. If it weren’t for us, we’d be penniless.

Clang: Oh that’s a good one Cling.

Cling: Thanks Clang. I mean in today’s economy, what’s a couple of pennies. We’re practically worthless.

Clang: Yeah, but as long as we’re around…

Cling: Oh that’s a good one Clang, as long as we’re “a-round.”

Clang and Cling: Ha, ha! We just crack ourselves up!

Cling: Wonder what we’re up to today?

Clang: Don’t know, Cling, about half an inch! We’ll just have to see what rolls a-round.

Cling: Stop it with the puns already. You know at my age I have bladder control issues when I laugh too long and too hard.

Clang: Sorry. Hey listen, what’s that sound?

Cling: Oh that, that’s the offering boxes at the Temple.

Clang: Wow, listen to that roar.

Cling: Yeah, pretty noisy place. Folks come in from all over. They toss their offerings in the metal funnels attached to the offering boxes and the coins bounce around, making all kinds of racket.

Clang: Whoa man, that’s like the coolest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s like a coin chorus of praise to God.

Cling: Yeap, pretty much.

Clang: That’s the most bee-u-tiful thang I’ve ever heard. Sniff-sniff

Cling: Oh, Clang, you sentimental ole fool.

Clang: Yeah, kinda gets ya right here.

Cling: Here, blow your nose on this lint pile.

Clang: Honk! Thanks, I feel better. Say, how come you know so much about all this and you’ve never told me about.

Cling: We’ve never been this close to the Temple before.

Clang: Wonder why we’re here now?

Just then very crippled arthritic fingers fumbled around in the ragged lint-filled pocket searching for the change. Cling and Clang felt a gentle caress as a thumb and index finger softly surveyed their well-worn surfaces. The two basked in the tenderness of the loving caress.

Then, suddenly, without warning, the hand scooped them up and brought them into the sunlight. Their eyes ached against the blinding sunbeams. Panicked at the harsh new reality they fought to open their eyes and discover their fate.

Before their eyes could adjust to the sparkling brightness, they found themselves airborne. Sailing through the air, they experienced the freedom of weightlessness. It was the most amazing thing they had ever known. Soaring through the atmosphere they drank in deep gulps of the fresh air.

Just as quickly as they had gone from darkness to light, pocket to freedom, they hit the sides of the offering funnel. Bouncing off the sides, with the hundreds of other coins, their small “tings” and “tangs” were drown out by the loud joyful praises of “cha-chinging” coins blinging the sides of the funnel. They were so small compared to the other coins they joined.

Finally they stopped atop a massive heap of coins. Silently they listened to the harmonies of the coin chorus singing loudly above them. For an instant, their eyes peered upward and caught a glimpse of the heavenly blue skies through the funnel opening. Slowly darkness enveloped them beneath the mounting pile of coins and in the icy cold metallic darkness, Cling and Clang wondered their fate.

- - - - - - - -

As he looked up, Jesus saw the rich putting their gifts into the temple treasury. He also saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins.

"I tell you the truth," He said, "this poor widow has put in more than all the others. All these people gave their gifts out of their wealth; but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on." (Luke 21:1-4 N.I.V. Translation)

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Verna Cole Mitchell 02/28/08
I enjoyed the coin dialogue and got a chuckle from the puns. Very cretive.
Seema Bagai 02/28/08
Creative. I enjoyed the humor in this piece.
Johnna Stein02/29/08
Fun!I enjoyed all the silly puns and POV from the coins. I'm not so sure Claritin was on the market at that time, but I'm sure many had need of it!
Lynda Schultz 02/29/08
Ten out of ten for creative genius. Great story.
Julie Arduini03/01/08
Where were you for all the late night shows during the strike? This is snappy, fun, and so creative. Great job!
Leigh MacKelvey03/02/08
You must be nutz! This took a nutzy person to think it up! Coins chatting! Very, very creative and I enjoyed the story and cha-chinging!You should write for commercials!
Pamela Murphey03/03/08
What a wonderfully humurous approach to such a serious issue. Thanks for providing a new point of view.