A boy stood on the street corner with a special edition newspaper. The headline on the paper was grim, and the outlook even worse. The Newsie shouted to the passing crowd. “The World’s never been worse! Read all about it.”
Across the street, another voice started shouting. “Frisbees! Get your frisbees.”
The Newsie looked over at the Frisbee—the name you call someone selling frisbees. The Newsie could not believe that he was dealing with this annoyance. He had news to bring to the people.
“Do we still have a Congress?” the Newsie yelled, “Get the shocking details in this special edition.”
The Frisbee yelled back, “Watch a disk fly 20 feet in the rain, and 50 feet on a clear day.”
“Are we at war with someone else?” the Newsie yelled. “Are we heading for imminent doom? Read the latest here.”
The Frisbee yelled, “This is great for kids, friends and dogs! You’ll have the time of your life.”
“Who can have the time of their life with this news?”
“There’s never been a better time to have a frisbee!”
“People need news!”
“People need distraction!”
The boys looked at each other, seething. Then the Frisbee threw a disc at the Newsie. Surprised, but not fazed, the Newsie caught the frisbee in one hand while still holding a paper, and threw the frisbee back at the other boy. This turned into a back-and-forth of both boys hurling the frisbee at each other. Suddenly, they were smiling and laughing.
After a minute, the Frisbee said to the Newsie. “So do we still have a congress?”
The Newsie shrugged. “I don’t actually read the news.”