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the pointed finger with black cracked nail,
commands the bigger grunts to not fail,
walking in the direction the other said,
as one looks around turning his big dumb head,
bumping into a tree branch to daze and confuse,
to the others laughing as this was to amuse,
they continue walking with big feet stamping loud,
as anyone down the dirt road would hear their crowd,
coming to a bridge looking stable but high,
the others cross but one remains beginning to cry,
a fear of heights flows over as the others shrug and run,
leaving him behind to not join in on the fun,
another reaches a hill seeing something to eat,
he runs over and swallows down all the meat,
feeling tired after the meal with his stomach in pain,
the others keep moving with only two now that remain,
coming to a fork in the road with both ways unknown,
remembering the pointed finger of what it had shown,
one goes east and other goes west,
each one thinking he knows the best,
the one that bumped his head comes to a gate,
as the other falls down a pit to fail as his fate,
knocking once then knocking more,
his knuckles turn red and sore,
nothing happens after waiting all afternoon,
his hope is that someone will come along soon.