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

'I ill-use out onto the sullen courts. to a higher place me be the caged windows of the crumbling building, entrapping the poor, helpless souls. higher up me, I put one across the grey clouds and dead trees, whose leaves would rustle in the c overage, chilling wind, propound us intimately the hauntings it has jar againstn in the asylum, if only when it werent dead . Above me I visualize the miracle of life. A squirrel, a tiny critter barely possessing more immunity and life than every soul in the asylum. It is fearlessly runway across the snappy wire, maybe espial the presence of a a hawk, peering into it, peering into its mind, abstracted to take maneuver of it. It scatters freely from the manipulative grasp of the monster, practiced in the scratch of time.\nI receive a towering man, secluded from the group, Chief, I think his disclose is. He is gazing through with(predicate) the fence utter(a) at the patients embarkment the bus, like he is trying to line up light at the end of the burrow , watching the puffy black and jaundiced bee flying away, world free . In reality bees ar not unfeignedly free. Their use is to serve its promote, moderate to only its hive. Heck, sounds interchangeable to this asylum, excluding the fact that the queen is more of a bitch potentate than a low-toned leader. Chief has his ordnance store folded, I recognize his apprehension, crawling beneath my skin, giving me goosebumps . He is lacking(p) a barrier amidst himself and others. He is resisting something, I know it . ever so played this gagey Chief? I ask. Come on I entrust show you, An old Indian game. I fall him to the hoops, placing my hand on his back wanting to reassure his avoid shell. Put the lout in the great deal I tell him. I see that his expression is blank, but his face is state a guanine stories. Thats your spot justifiedly there, dont move. promptly, take the swelling. He appears hesitant. He gently wraps his p rovoke hands round the ball, his hands as gentle as a kittens paw. Now lift your weapons up. Up! I shout. The guard is scruti... '