The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Six

"Do you know why there are so many poor people in our country?" Trevor says more as a statement than a question.
"No, why don't you tell me." I say, as we walk down the hall together, headed for the library.
"Its because the Government has a quota, a quota of how many poor people they need. And by poor I really just mean homeless."
Yes, because all poor people are homeless.
"What do they need that quota you ask?" I didn't ask anything. "They use homeless people to make milk."
What's that smell?
Bullshit.
"Don't give me that look, Sam. I'm being serious." He says to me, but I'm not buying it.
"Why the hell would they need homeless people to make milk?"
"They kill the homeless and grind up their bones to color the milk."
"Bullshit!"
"No, bone is white, and bones have protein in them. Duh! Milk!"
"Trevor, you're crazy. I just want to let you know the only reason I'm talking to you is because I need your help."
"Well, thank you for being honest." He says. "But I'm being serious. Wanna know what they do with their skin?"
I exhale. "Not really."
"You know that little strip of rubber stuff at the bottom of a car window?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, now you know what they make it with." He says with a huge smile.
"You need help."
"Your vision is just beclouded by the media."
What's that smell?
"Just stop before you say something smart."
"Huh?"
"Okay!" I say with over enthusiasm. "We're here! Yay!"
Trevor and I sit down at a table and put all of our Rabbit's Feet on the table, he pulls out his laptop. He types away on it, its funny watching his fat little fingers type.
"Can I ask a question? Its been in the back of my mind for a while." He asks.
"Sure." I say with a smile.
"Is it weird being as tall as you are?"
"No, is it weird being as short as you are?"
"Not at all. It ran in my family." He says.
"Oh, well I don't know anything about my family."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, my real parents. I was adopted."
He stares at me.
"So was I."
The Plot Thickens!
"Well, we had to have something in common, I mean besides the packages. Hey, maybe that has something to do with why we got them?" Trevor shouts.
"Eh, makes sense." I say as I try and look for my pills.
"Okay, so what do we have here?" He asks.
Six Rabbit Feet: Three each.
Two CDRs.
Two Poems.
Seven street sign pictures.
[You're just waiting for me to say 'Five Golden Rings' aren't you?]
And that piece of paper with the lyrics of that song on it.
"Hey." I say to Trevor. " Why are your rabbit's feet different colors and all three of mine are all white?"
"I'm not sure." He says and we examine them; Three white, two green, and one red. "Maybe they ran out of whites at the store this person bought them at?"
If you're trying to be funny, keep trying.
"I dunno, maybe its a combination?" I asked.
"You know, that's actually not a bad idea." He replies.
"Yeah, I know. That's why I said it." Trevor gives me one of those 'I'm sorry' looks. Pushover.
The minutes go by and turn into a few hours. We discuss different possibilities of what all these clues could mean, and if there could be anymore on the way. What we came up with, is that it might be a map [the street signs] and that possibly the rabbits feet are the address.
I thought they were just pretty.
"Blah blah blah blah blah." Trevor says something. I'm not really listening. I look at my watch and realize.
"Oh, shit."
"What?" He asks.
"I'm late!" Hey, I gotta' go. We'll, uh, finish this another time." I say as I grab my stuff and run out of the library. I have a date with Jason in twenty minutes, shit! I was gonna wear my purple wig tonight, but now I'm stuck with my lame green one.


-Sir Jestro