A New Chapter for One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

A New Chapter for One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

I ran to the forests. I saw many trees around me while I was running through the end of the forest. Red leaves, yellow leaves, the brown ones and the green ones… I saw the colors of the life. Where I was going? What I was going for? I cannot remember now. I just wanted to leave the institution. It was such a boring place. Every day, we were doing the same things. After you wake up, black boys shave you and Big Nurse lets you have breakfast. You go to a room where everybody sits and plays something.  You do nothing new. You are becoming more and more crazier.

I saw the end of the forest. There was a long lake. I couldn’t pass it with jumping to the other side. I had to swim. I didn’t put my clothes off because I didn’t want to walk naked. I jumped the lake and I swam to the other side. I didn’t like my clothes when they were wet. Before I continue walking, I lay down to the ground and waited my clothes to dry. 

I continued to walk. I became hungry but there were nobody and no place that I could find something to eat. So, I tried to find an orchard or just a plant that has fruit on it, but I couldn’t find. I walked alone and after an hour I saw a farm. I thought maybe the farmers would give me some food to eat. I walked until I reach the farm.

The door of the garden was very old. It was a wooden door and it wasn’t locked. In the garden, there were pigs and chickens. When I entered the garden the chickens crowed. The pigs smelled like dry blood. They seemed like monsters to me. I didn’t want to see them.  The owners of this farm were Thomas and Lilly. Thomas was a strong man and Lilly was a small woman. They gave me egg and bread to eat. Papa was eating egg every evening. He was drinking his tea while he was eating. They didn’t give me tea and I didn’t want tea from them.

Papa was hunting bird. He was good at that. I stayed at the farm and I started to teach how to hunt to Thomas. He was learning fast. Papa was telling me that I wasn’t good at hunting. I know that I am good at it. Thomas knows it too. It isn’t hard if you have a good dog. Papa was telling me that mongrel dogs are no count dogs.

I left the farm. Thomas and Lilly didn’t want me to go. I changed my way to the hills.