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The sun broke through the clouds and melted the dew clinging to the freshly cut blades of grass.

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FRIAR SAND awakened wiping the dust from his eyes. Spitting hay from this mouth he took notice of his surroundings. Large bushes of hay laid stacked against the barn wall. Old farming machinery were scattered through the area.

On the ground next to him, laid a large piece of glass which mirrored a reflection in it. As FRIAR SAND moved closer to the glass he noticed a brown skinned reflection of a man with large white teeth. He quickly turned around to notice that he was the only person in the barn. Therefore, the reflection could be none other than his own. His hair was short and his face was freshly shaved. His skin was brown and smooth. He resembled a well-maintained young adult.

As he marvels at this image, he was started by a high-pitched voice coming through the barn door entrance.


"Uncle Eugene, Uncle Eugene, you are back"( screams the little voice excitedly. With her arms in full extension she approached FRIAR SAND and gave him a hug.)

Having no time to respond, FRIAR SAND stood motionless.

Katrina (cont'd)

"Uncle Eugene how is Africa? Have you found what you were looking for?"


"Katrina baby, who are you talking to??"

A beautiful black woman stood at the door with a huge smile. The woman hugs both him and the little girl together.

tyra BLACK (cont'd)

"My baby brother is back from his trip, how was it?"

friar sand

"How is everything."


"Uncle Eugene, you came home right in time for church"

said Katrina competing with her mom for talk time.

Friar Sand was quite bewildered and didn't know how to react. He was tugged on the arm by Katrina.

katrina (cont'd)

"Yea!" (pulling FRIAR SAND towards the house) " Come on we don't want to be late for the sermon!"

Katrina leaded him to the driveway. Sight of the car surprised him because he had never seen anything like me before. His attention was diverted when he saw a crowd of kids running after an ice cream truck.

Tyra continuously talks never realizing that it was the very first time Friar Sand has ever seen a car. She opened the door and didn't notice that Friar Sand stumbled upon stepping into the front seat.


"The church will be excited to see you back",

tyra BLACK (cont'd)

"How was Africa? Did you get to see the African queen? ...Oh, I missed you so much"

Friar Sand has never been in a car before so naturally he looked around like a curious baby. He plays with the windows by making them go up and down and sticks his head out of sunroof.

Tyra was so concerned with getting to church on time that she stopped the questions and let him and Katrina enjoy the ride and the city's pleasant morning scenery.

As they pull into a long driveway, Eugene curiously looked as they draw nearer to the sanctuary grounds.

The church was made of solid brick with the title Mount Messiah in gold letters suspended above the doors. Before the three could get out of the car; the melodious harmony of the organ pipes could be heard.

As Friar Sand approached the stairwell he over heard the conversation of two women.


"It's been four days. The police have searched everywhere.


"I hope nobody hurts my baby"


"Everything will be alright sister, just have faith in God"

Friar Sand proceeds up the stairwell, and at once a vision entered his mind. He was shaking, all of sudden, he knew the kid's whereabouts! He closed his eyes; he even knew the kid's whole name. As the images become clearer he heard very loud music, as if the kid and the music were linked together. Yet, this all happening so quickly that Friar Sand has no time to think about what he just envisioned.

Katrina hurriedly walked up the stairs waving Tyra and Friar Sand to quicken their pace.


"We don't want to be late now", warns Katrina.

As the triumvirate entered the great walls of the church the pastor's deep voice echoed over the music. The organ pipes bellowed a sweet melodious tone, as the powerful microphone speakers; amplify the pastor's powerful words.


'Praise God, Praise God, Good morning church'

'Good morning', the congregation replied in unison.


'This morning church we are going to give honor to God by taking up an offering for the church's children's ministry.'


'Our children are planning to take a trip to the Martin Luther King Museum of Black History so we need to support their educational growth.'

'Amen', replied various members of the congregation.


"We now are all God's children, and we shouldn't forget that God has a plan for each of us, we shall remember God's unconditional love toward us, we shall take a moment to thank God every day,"

Reverend Johnson

" Let's praise God, Amen."

"Amen", replied various members of the congregation.

As Katrina, Friar Sand and Tyra sat down in the pew, they were greeted with a head nod by Mrs. Mosley.

Mrs. Mosley was well known at the church for her elaborate and bright clothing. Every Sunday was like a fashion show to her as she struts in the church. Today she was draped in her mink shawl with a diamond studded necklace.


"Does the church have any guests today or anyone just in the neighborhood visiting this morning"

Before anyone could speak, Reverend Johnson spots a familiar face in the crowd. He wiped his face which was dripping with perspiration from the intense heat.

Reverend Johnson

"Let the church say Amen."

The Church responded, "Amen."

Reverend Johnson (CONT'D)

"Our Brother Eugene has just arrived back from his pilgrimage to Africa. He was a very wise, fearless man who decided to venture out into the world and find the truth for our people. Brother Eugene! Will you please stand up and tell your brothers and sisters here today about the future and the truth of our hometown."

Friar Sand felt very overwhelmed seeing that he didn't know exactly where or who he was but everyone else seemed to know.

Reverend Johnson motions Friar Sand to stand up and address the church.

As Friar Sand began to stand, Mrs. Mosley quickly moved her feet so that it wouldn't be possible for Friar Sand to even accidentally step on her alligator shoes. People failed to applaud as Friar Sand approached the podium.

Reverend Johnson

"Tell us about your travels Brother Eugene."

All of a sudden as Friar Sand stood in front of congregation, he felt compelled to speak about everything else except his trip. It was as if Friar Sand had an epiphany as soon as he opened his mouth.


"Mr. Watkins you don't have to worry about your stationary store. Your problem is going to be over very soon."

Mr. Watkins

"How do you know that my business is doing terrible, my business was doing well you when you were last here Eugene?"


"It's all in your eyes,"

Mr. Watkins

"Nobody is buying enough pens and paper to save the store. Tomorrow I will speak to a lawyer and I'll have to file for bankruptcy."


"You don't need to go tomorrow; somebody is coming to see you today."

Mr. Watkins remains silent not sure of how to respond.

Friar Sand scanned the congregation and found the two women who were speaking outside in front of the church.


"Tyson Taylor is still alive. Send the police to capital Town Street and you will see a large man carrying a huge stereo on his shoulder. A few people were break dancing like this."

Friar Sand mocks the rhythm of a break-dancer.


"Capital Town mailed pre-approved credit card to all people without credit. Tyson applied and got his first credit card even he is only 11 years old. Without anyone knowing, he exceeded his credit limit buying toys and candy. He has ran away from home to sell all this toys so he can pay for the bill. "Although Mrs. Taylor is not present with us this morning, someone should call her and tell her that one of the dancers on Capital Town Street knew where Tyson is."

The enter room was silent, when an old gentleman stood up.

Mr. Coley

, "Who do you think you are,... ...You can't predict the future. "

Mrs. Rogers

"Yeah, get out of here. You are not a prophet"

At that very moment, Officer Clark entered the church. He was sweating heavily as if he was running in a marathon.


"Excuse me church. I don't mean to interrupt this service but Mr. Watkins your help is needed. A bus has broken down in front of your store. The bus belongs to June Summers and her Presidential Campaign. Since their bus has broken down, they will be late for their next rally. To make up for lost time they will need to buy a lot of materials from your store to make their promotional signs and banners. But Mr. Watkins they need you to hurry back to your store and help them. They will pay you very handsomely for this inconvenience."

Mr. Watkins stood and looked at Friar Sand with an expression of great disbelief. He was in such shock that he couldn't utter a word to Friar Sand.

Before Mr. Watkins exited the church, Mr. Watkins stood and turned to Officer Clark,


"Please send the police to the capital town street and you will find Tyson Taylor's whereabouts."


"How do you know that'


"Because Eugene said so, now let's hurry up and get to my store." " I'll tell you the details later."

The two men rush out of the church. Friar Sand recants to the two as they leave.


"Could you remind the Fire Department, tomorrow Ms.Bernice Bellemy's cat will get stuck in a tree. Tell them not to get distracted when she thanks them for saving the cat."

Officer Clark leaves the church with his mouth wide open in amazement.

Mrs. Mosley stood up and took off her gold trimmed glasses and said to Friar Sand.

Mrs. Mosley

"what can you see in my eyes?"


"Crystal. I see crystal"


"Crystal?... Oh! My new diamond necklace I bought yesterday. Yes. It's so gorgeous. I just adore it."


"It's fake. You have been scammed"

Mrs. Mosley

"What do you mean it's a fake? I paid a lot of money for it"


"It's worthless. You should have bought the other diamond necklace at the first shop instead of shopping around for the bargain"

Mrs. Mosley

" I will stop by tomorrow and return the necklace and get my money back."


"Too late", retorts Friar Sand.

Mrs. Mosley.



"They have moved their store. You may not get your money back, but you may find a crystal which will help Marshal Pigsy to save his face in Indian casino."

Mrs. Mosley

"Oh God, Oh God. ... ... My tears are staining my silk shawl. "Oh God!!"

At that moment, one by one every member of the congregation stood up and all asked Friar Sand to look into their eyes. Friar Sand was very surprised that he could speak to the masses about a lot of things without thinking.


"Mrs. Hawkins, how many times are you going to keep calling the psychic friends hotline?"


"How did you know that I do that?"


"Mrs. Hawkins, just follow your intuition. When your husband comes home late everyday, you don't need to call any stranger to learn that he is cheating on you. Don't pay money to a service that is giving you false advice"



" Eugene, you told me that when you came back from Africa you would be a new man. You definitely predicted that one right!"

All the people nodded with her together.

Friar Sand

"I'm not Eugene!"

Tyra looked at him, confused.

Friar Sand signed. He walked out of the church as the congregation applauded.

It's something FISHY?




The morning sunshine broke in the window, Friar Sand looked at the reflection of his face on the window's glass. He was also studying Eugene's photos on the wall.

What's the fate waiting for him over here?


"Uncle Uncle!" "You have guests!"

friar sand

"Ok tell them I'll be right there", ( Slowly raising out of bed.)

Friar Sand stared into the wall mirror. He admired his well-proportioned physique, before he exited the room.

friar sand

"So this is what I look like,"


As Friar Sand walked down the stairs he saw his three visitors seated. They were sipping coffee that Tyra has so kindly prepared for them.

Reverend Johnson stood and shook Friar Sand's hand.

reverend johnson

"Good morning Brother Eugene, we are sorry to wake you this morning but you have this entire town calling you a prophet."

Officer Clarke

"Brother Eugene, Tyson Taylor was found and brought to the hospital and I sent the fire department over to Mrs. Bellamy's house and sure enough, the cat was stuck up there in that tree. Unfortunately however, after getting the cat down from the tree, the fire truck mistakenly ran over the cat, when leaving the scene. But anyway, Eugene, you are amazing. After hearing the stories that both Reverend Johnson and Mr. Watkins have told me as we were arriving here, I think you have some sort of gift."

friar sand

" I know you therefore owe Mrs.Bellamy a favor, she insisted that you shall come here and ask me how to find her neighbor's kid back, even the kid has not disappeared over 24 hours yet, since you got her cat killed, you had to take the case and come to ask me. What's the kid's name?"

officer clark


Officer Clarke was in shack, he took out a little girl's photo, Friar Sand handed it to Katrina:


" Katrina, could you go with Officer Clarke and help them to find your classmate, she was chasing some ducks and stuck into some fishnets along the river side. She is fine, a donkey is taking care of her, I think his name is 'Big Foot'?"


"Big Foot?! How do I find them?"

friar sand

"Ask your FRIEND," (Friar Sand gave her a wink:) " What's his name? Demos?"

tyra black

"Demos?" ( looked at her daughter: )" But it's her toy pony's name, she always spent lots of time with her imaginary pony friend!"

friar sand

"Demos is a very famous donkey, not pony, it's your mind and imagination render the images, so, only those kids able to see them," Friar Sand patted Katrina's head:" So, you know how to find Demos, and Demos will lead you to Big Foot, you don't need to try to make Officer Clarke seeing your imaginary FRIEND, probably they can't see it anyway."

( gave Katrina a eye-patch:)" When you find Tabetha, let her wear this patch because her eye is hurt, tell her to wear this to go to the next ballgame with her daddy, make sure she will wear this patch to the ball game, because this eye-patch will save a ball game."

mr. watkins

"When I arrived to my store yesterday, I was honored to meet June Summers. Her campaign party has decided to use my materials for the rest of her Presidential Campaign. I may never have to work again. But more importantly Brother Eugene, I told June Summers all about you and she was very adamant on meeting with you soon.'" Reverend Johnson raised his hands in the sky and looked at Friar Sand.

Three men drove down to Mr. Watkins store to meet June Summers and her political party.

As they exited the car, a middle-aged man wearing a tan suit eagerly approached the group.

richard bragg

"My name is Richard Bragg, Eugene; I'm June's running mate."

friar sand

"you have to go to the printing factory tonight to pick up the ballots for your foundation dinner, right?"

richard bragg

"Well how did you know that?"

mr. watkins

"This is Eugene, the man I was talking to you and June about."

friar sand

"It is dangerous. There is going to be a gang shootout in the parking lot near that building. If you go there tonight you will be hit in the crossfire."


Everyone remained quite. Friar Sand continued by saying:

friar sand

"You need to very careful and duck your heads if you want to come out of there alive."

richard bragg

"Hey why don't you tell me something I want to hear, like I'm going to win this election? I mean this business about some gang shooting is just an analogy about me winning the election right?"

friar sand

"I don't see that. You will be safe. A fire truck will pick you up. Everything connects to Mr. Watkins's Great Father's Warehouse. Only Mr. Watkins can save the entire town from the damage of the fire. So, Mr. Watkins will be too busy to pick you up."

Richard Bragg looked at Friar Sand strangely. All that Eugene was speaking was nothing more then psychobabble to Richard. He sarcastically thanked Friar Sand for his advice and stormed away from the group.

Mr. Watkins and Richard Bragg stepped out of the factory with three boxes of printed material.

Mr. Watkins nervously looked around in all different directions as they approached their car. Richard Bragg notices Mr. Watkins apprehension but didn't follow.

mr. watkins

"Well I don't see any gangs around here. No shootouts going on."


"Eugene wouldn't know a bullet if it smacked him upside the head"


As they approached the car they cautiously watched in every direction. Taking a deep breath, they placed the boxes in the car truck. The evening was still.

As Mr. Watkins started his car they were startled by a loud bang.

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