The Great & The Small Page #4

but the city is tiny inside.

My legs are lanky and tall,

but the city is

little and small.

My body is enormous and

the country is mini.

My steps stretch forever

and the land is so short.

My days are long and

my friends are none.

Lying under the stars one

night, a wee little bitty

tiny fella sat in a

tree and called to me.

Why the huge frown?

Everything I do is big,

just look at me, I said.

I'm too small, said the wee

little bitty tiny fella.

- Well people look at

me with gigantic eyes

and wide mouths, and those

look pretty big to me,

even though they

are tiny, I said.

People don't look

at me much at all,

and that's when the wee

little bitty tiny fella

told me, but if you were

small, you'd be just like

everyone else in a see of

smallies, just like me.

Your feet wouldn't be big,

your legs wouldn't be lanky,

and your body

wouldn't be enormous.

He climbed down a

tree limb or two,

shimmied onto a branch

in front of my ear,

and whispered, but you can

be great no matter your size.

You can be great and tall and

you can be great and small.

Then the little fella

shimmied down the tree

as quick as can be, and

ran away with his tiny legs

all a blur until he was too

tiny for my big eyes to see.

I thought long and hard about

what the little fella said,

and then it hit me.

What you see is not

what you have to be.

There's plenty of room for us

all in the whole wide world,

great and the small.

The end.

- Now we see stuff

that will get your rocks off.

Basketball courts

and indoor pools,

home theaters.

All the artwork, all the

memorabilia, all the furniture,

all the stuff that's money,

just load it onto the truck.

We move fast, we

move calculated.

It's what I like to

call being on point.

Truck's loaded up,

driven out of the city

to a secure location where

the drop off takes place.

Whole truck, axles and

all, nice and clean.

And then we get paid.

- And that's it?

You get away with that sh*t?

- Oh, f*** you talkin' about,

I haven't been caught yet.

You question too much, that's

your motherfuckin' problem.

Bulletproof, this plan is.

- I don't usually draw stuff

like this, so, don't judge me.

- Please step aside, go on.

Bloody hell.

- What?

Man that's what you asked for.

What, you hate it?

- No, I love it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I love it.

That sh*t deserves

to be in the Louvre.

It's a famous museum.

See, here we go again,

I'm paying you a compliment,

you say thank you.

- Thanks man.

- What part of thank

you do you not get?

- Thank you.

- Hey, better!

Alright.

Deal's a deal, I'm a

man of me word, come on.

You know, you're special

if I'm even lettin' you sit

on this, and I don't want

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