The Final Word is One Big, Happy Family

In the beginning was the Noun. And it was proper.
Then Noun said, “Let there be Verb.” And it happened.
Then Noun made pronouns and adjectives. And these new others made Noun proud.
Then Verb created adverb. And these quickly joined all the others in a smooth transition, becoming family. Noun and Verb were quite happy.
Then the Noun, the Verb, the pronouns, the adjectives and the adverbs all got together and made prepositions and conjunctions. And there was celebration throughout the family, for everyone fit in among everyone else and was welcome.
Then, while they were all basking in their success, interjections just popped in, became a part of the group (sort of like an eccentric uncle who shows up unexpectedly, but welcome all the same) and it was decided that, hey, this, too, was an improvement.
Then, someone got the idea to create punctuation and, once everyone got used to it, a great rejoicing followed. And all was good.

And then, as a group, seeing that somehow, there was still something lacking, a thing was made, composed from parts of all of them, and yet was new, separate and very different. A spark of creative fire was touched to it, it came to life and Noun declared that, “This is Writer.” And it was so good that everyone was practically speechless.
Writer loved his family, never tiring of finding new ways to combine all or only a few of them at a time, involving himself with them for hours on end in order to fulfill his own happy desires. But he eventually became quiet and thoughtful, and when everyone asked him why, he told them that he felt a strange sense of incompleteness, a feeling of needing something, but he didn’t know what it might be. Noun and Verb looked at each other with great understanding, and everyone else sort of giggled behind their punctuation marks, for they all knew that what Writer needed was love.
The family gave Writer friendly teasing about this, and he laughed and joined in their fun, knowing that they cared for him and meant well. Then, after great consideration, once again everyone gave a part of themselves and, using their good natured ribbing as a base, created another new and different thing, and when Writer saw this thing he was overjoyed. He said, “I shall call this Reader and within the relationship we form, in the harmony of our grand family, and we will all love each other and live happily ever after!”

There is potential for more, but we will stop here. I may add to it at a later time (if the Muse whacks me with her invisible rubber chicken again). Please do return and see what else my mind sends down my arms to my fingers to the keyboard to the computer to the internet to your eyes...

Written by Michael Steven Platt 4-07-09