The Talented Friend
Kent had moved into the big league. He’d spent most of his life as a two-bit huckster selling jewelry made in Taiwan as Native-American handicrafts. He’d done well enough because he knew how to put a bright shine on a turd. With that, he could sell anything.
As he brushed the fender of the heavy-hauler Peterbilt truck, he put his skills to work. The big rig was rusting when he found it. After some detail work and a racy paint job the old truck looked good as new. As good as that was, Kent needed one more thing to really sell that rolling turd, and that was his friend, Mick.
Mick loved to tell the story of how aliens kidnapped him and performed experiments on him. When they returned Mick home, he was different. Suddenly he didn’t fit in anymore. He traveled through eighteen countries seeking his place in the world and ultimately, himself. It was a difficult road for Mick. Most treated him as an oddity, and the few who recognized his unique skills wanted to conduct more experiments. Mick quickly learned how to escape from laboratories.
The buyer stepped into the truck’s cab and started the engine. He couldn’t see Kent surreptitiously tapping a diddle on the engine panel. The engine started and roared to life. When the buyer revved the engine the wall of growling sound bested a jet engine. It set off car alarms and caused neighborhood dogs to howl.
After the buyer turned it off, Kent beamed. “Super-charged engine. Modified by an unusually talented friend of mine. What do you think?”
“I gotta see this!” enthused the buyer, reaching for engine latch.
“Sorry,” said Kent, intercepting the buyer. “The modifications are unique. You can see them when you buy.”
Most folks would walk away right there, but that’s when Kent put three decades of selling experience to work. Within twenty minutes, and without an examination of the engine, Kent smiled with a $110,000 check in his hand.
The buyer left to start the licensing paperwork. Kent opened the truck’s hood and removed a bird like a dark peacock from the empty engine compartment.
“Raaaahhmmmm, rrraaahhmmm bub bub bub,” said the Superb Lyrebird.
“Stop it, Mick!” said Kent. “I’m not wearing hearing protection.”
“Sorry, mate,” said Mick. He sounded identical to naturalist and presenter, David Attenborough. “What’s next?”
“Can you do a Corvette?”
David Attenborough: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Attenborough
Video of a Superb Lyrebird which can perfectly imitate chainsaws, car alarms, and camera shutters (narrated by David Attenborough):
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here for the original prompt and a link to the many other stories written for the week: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/09/06/sunday-photo-fiction-september-6th-2015/