Clarence, Faster Than Sparrows

by Kevin Lawver
originally published at 06:06PM on Saturday, February 02, 2008

“I am not like the wind; I am the wind. I am faster than a team of horses, more fleet than a sparrow. I can go anywhere, be anything. I am flight.”

“You’re on a bicycle, Clarence, and you can’t ride that contraption in the mud or anywhere but around the track. And that hat is downright silly. What is that thing supposed to do anyway?”, Thomas wiped the grease off his hands and snickered as he looked at his younger brother on the bike held firmly in place on the rack, “In addition, you’re not even moving.”

“Oh, but I will. I will be the greatest bicycle racer the world has ever seen. Then, I’ll go over to France and do that Tour thing they started up a few years ago. And I’m not just going to race, I’m going to win.” Clarence proceeded to make wooshing noises and ducked his head to make himself more aerodynamic.

“Well, you’re going to have to, you know, ride it first.”

“I’m getting to that. Give me a push?”




  • from Nouvelle Bardot:

    true determination.

  • from THX 0477:

    Ah, brothers, at once supportive and the voice of reason. Clarence seems, um, special, but in a sweet way. Chase that dream, Clarence!

  • from .:band baby:.:

    Awe! I hope he makes it to France to ‘do that Tour thing.’ Really good. ((And yes I know he’s not real but I still hope he makes it to Francec.))