The Capable Cannibal

The Capable Cannibal walked on home. His briefcase was full with a little more than foam. He had human organs, and human limbs, and he even had the brain of his twin Jim.

            All these and more he was adding to his collection, all of which was three Corrections away. The first Correction he had to pass in order to get home to his collection, was one of memorization.  

            The Correction of Memorization was fond of the Capable Cannibal. He always seemed to be able. So upon knocking on the door of the Correction, a small white haired man opened the door and beamed, “Mr. Cannibal! How nice it was for you to come, of course it’s not like you had a choice. Come, come, meet Lindsay and Bennetts, our two new attendants.  Lindsay is from Bendsay, and Bennetts is from Kennets. Lindsay has four cousins, Mark and Peter and Joseph and Roz. Bennetts has two sisters, Shirley and Bora. Have you remembered everything?”

            “Of course! I am the Capable Cannibal, after all. This is Lindsay and Bennetts, your two new attendants.  Lindsay is from Bendsay, and Bennetts is from Kennets. Lindsay has four cousins who are Mark, Peter, Joseph and Roz, while Bennetts has two sisters, Shirley and Boz.”

            The white haired man applauded and allowed the Capable Cannibal through the house and towards the second Correction. The second Correction, just a few steps away, was the Correction of Invention. In order to pass through here, the passerby would need to invent a fresh new lie. It was Cannibal’s favorite confection.

            The Correction of Invention was passed an Anime Convention. On his way through, Cannibal hacked down a Doctor Who crew. He would have gone for a hobbit, but darn it, he just couldn’t find the right poppit. So when he knocked on the door of the second Correction, a withered hand signaled him forward. He knew what it wanted, and knew it was bored, and told the old nut that he was United States American President Ford. He listed off facts, and small bits of trivia, anything really, that sealed this little scenery.

            The withered hand waved Cannibal in, and in he did go. Through the dark little house that seemed empty and low. Once through there was only one Correction left, the Correction of Deception, and this was Cannibal’s last bow.

            This was the place that kept him from home, this was the place that might leave him to roam. The Correction of Deception was a real hard place to enter, or leave for that matter. And it was the one place that many people feared to go. But Capable Cannibal knew the risk and the reward, and he was sure he would find everything in his gourd.

            Before knocking on the door, a black cloaked figure opened it wide. A bone white hand gesturing inside. A withered face smiled and seemed to have much more time to bide. Capable Cannibal walked right on in, he gave them a deception that would convince for a bill. Unfortunately, this was the end of the line, Capable Cannibal was found to be fine. Fine enough to stand trial, find enough to take responsibility, and fine enough to pay for his crimes.