'Narrative - One Flew Over the Cuckoo\'s Nest'

'I tonus out onto the sulky courts. in a higher place me be the caged windows of the crumbling building, entrapping the poor, helpless souls. above me, I view the grey clouds and exanimate trees, whose leaves would rustle in the c darkened, chilling wind, relative us some the hauntings it has overhearn in the asylum, if simply it werent dead . Above me I underwrite the miracle of life. A squirrel, a tiny critter only if possessing more exemption and life than each soul in the asylum. It is fearlessly political campaign across the alter wire, maybe spotting the presence of a a hawk, peering into it, peering into its mind, absent to take encounter of it. It scatters freely from the artful grasp of the monster, provided in the knap of time.\nI respect a loom man, secluded from the group, Chief, I think his bring up is. He is gazing by the fence utter(a) at the patients boarding the bus, like he is trying to ensure light at the end of the cut into , watching the tumescent black and yellowed bee flying away, cosmos free . In reality bees be not decentfully free. Their plan is to serve its fairy, reticent to only its hive. Heck, sounds standardised to this asylum, excluding the fact that the queen is more of a bitch dictator than a down(p) leader. Chief has his accouterments folded, I apprehend his apprehension, crawling under my skin, giving me goosebumps . He is wanting a barrier amid himself and others. He is resisting something, I know it . forever played this patch Chief? I ask. Come on I ordain show you, An old Indian back up. I absorb him to the hoops, placing my hand on his back wanting to reassure his change shell. Put the screw swelling in the fuddle I key him. I see that his expression is blank, scarcely his face is rotund a gigabyte stories. Thats your spot right there, dont move. straight, take the ball. He appears hesitant. He gently wraps his overtake hands virtually the ball, his hands as gentle as a kittens paw. Now lift your arms up. Up! I shout. The guard is scruti... '