“What is going on here?” the Encyclopedia Britannica shouted in shocked tones. “Such noise and within these hallowed walls too.”
“Well,” bellowed the Book of A Thousand Proverbs. “We are just debating on how to put an end to this disgraceful business. The love of books has to be the beginning of knowledge.”
“Well spoken.” added the Atlas in a sad voice. “Only last week, one snotty child who came to the library tore out some of my pages. I did try my best to get away.” Its’ cover quivered in distress. “He just left me trembling and mutilated on the table.”
“Then I must have been very lucky.” said the Oxford Dictionary. “I was lost for a while earlier today when I got placed in the wrong section. Those hours I spent in the medical section, were very uncomfortable to say the least. Those eager medical books almost got me diagnosed with multiple ailments by the time I was found!”
As they all remembered the distress of many lost moments in the past, their crumpled and taped pages shuddered.
“I think it is really sad the way we get treated.” sighed The Republic. “Our pages get torn out. Our spines get broken. We are sat on. Trampled upon and we all know so many dear friends that have been seen no more. We who faithfully store so much knowledge for passing generations, surely deserve to be treated with more respect.”
“Why don’t we call for a strike?” asked a Political Science textbook. “We too have rights you know. The knowledge they say dies in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny. I know I must have read that somewhere.”
“Strike?!”, shrieked a Cookery Book. “I definitely will not go on strike. I refuse to be subjected to total silence. Only yesterday, I heard this woman saying to herself that she would be back to take me out on an outing.” The book sighed with longing. “ To be back again amongst pots and pans …”
“Quiet!” interjected the Encyclopedia Britannica. “I can hear the Librarian coming. This conversation has to be suspended.”
And silence reigned once again.
Yejide Kilanko © 2011