The Strawberry Field

Woodleaf: Macy, I have decided the Strawberry Field In Asylum, California is better place for the Mason Concert than the city of San Francisco. It’s too hard to park in San Francisco, and there are not enough white people there.

The Four Fruits are apple for red, but if we change the red apple to red strawberry, I believe the Four Fruits could be forced to pick up the tab for the concert which will, of course, be free to the public. I will then work the crowd and hand out coupons for a free vacation stay at Castle Fluffy Clouds to only the most attractive people.  I can repopulate Castle Fluffy Clouds with only good looking people, as soon as I am able to get rid that (soon to be homeless) alien, your ex boss at the Organization. He opened the doors, and let everyone leave Castle Fluffy Clouds.

Macy: smiles weakly, “Yes, of course, a very good plan. But how can we get Manson there?”

Woodleaf: That is still to be determined. The Mexicans are refusing the dig the tunnel without pay, and we don’t have any cash flow to pay them. You and the Girl Reporter need to go there out over the strawberry field. Tell the Girl Reporter that she needs to write an online article on some miniature donkeys that live there.

Woodleaf decided that cutting the flyers into quarters was still too big and he wanted them cut again to be half the size making them eights, and then he thought the eights were big, so he ordered the size reduced by half again making them sixteenths. But, no one saw past the letter head he was using. People got so upset by his letterhead, that they failed to read the information about the Event he was promoting.

When he got a poor response, he decided to stop using flyers at all. There would be a better way to promote Castle Fluffy Clouds, then to hand out flyers or have them be placed in various locations such as the Book Store with the Dreamachine Display that ran 24/7. Unbeknownst to Woodleaf the inmates of Fluffy Clouds were trying to slip hidden messages into the flyers in a vain attempt to communicate with the outside world and hope for rescue. The message is “Help Me”.

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