This here shirt was given to me by my good friend Donor Ian upon his return from a music camp that was in Michigan. He befriended a girl named Rachel to the point that her parents took both of them on a shopping trip to Mackinac Island. His story on the acquisition of the shirt goes that he was in a shop with Rachel and upon seeing the shirt he exclaimed that it would be a perfect shirt for me.

Mackinac's claim to fame is its fudge; at least that was what I knew of Mackinac Island for anyway. Ian informed me that there are no cars allowed on the island and people either walk their primate bodies around bipedally, or enlist help from some equestrian friends.

Maybe not perfect, but I do think it is a great shirt. It is the one that people look at and don't quite understand at first When they do think about it, they do realize its one layered idea. Or at least pretend that they do to impress me on thei love of puns.

For this is not just a free shirt. This free shirt expresses an eternal story written into the fabric of humanity.

The man shoveling road apples on the side of the road with a disgusted look on his face is a brilliant comment on most work. His charge at this particular time is cleaning up biological refuse, and who really would volunteer to do that? There are too many reasons into why the man ended up picking up shit around town to even go into. However, the fact he grimaces is totally understandable, he certainly isn't having fun.

At the same time he is not retreating from his duties, even though he knows that more bad news is coming. That he is staying in his job is both wonderful and sad. Without people like him, there certainly would not be the world we have around us right now. The sad part is he is not changing the world that is unfair all around him.

This is the dilemma facing anyone who has really done any work at all. As viewers, we may laugh at what he has to do, but how many of us do not feel the same way during the time we work at our occupations?

The other human is the guy who is doing all of the pedaling. Aside of the challenge of getting a donkey to keep balance, the added weight would surely make it that much harder to even move the bicycle. No wonder he is exhausted. The question then is, why isn't he asking the donkey to do anything? I'm not really sure. It may be a new take on animal husbandry. It only seems that those closest to you will do the most for you. Perhaps the man really likes the donkey and wants to keep it happy.

Why someone would want to keep their donkey happy is a mystery of love. Perhaps that goes too far. Yet, anyone who has loved knows that there is no distance too far to travel when love is real. Maybe the man loves someone else so much that he will ride a donkey around Mackinac Island all day. I sure hope this man is driven by love of something other than the donkey. Clearly, the donkey does not appreciate what the man is doing.

So what we have left is the villan donkey. He is the one who is making life tougher for the public worker in uniform and perhaps asking too much of the man pedaling.

Tandem bicycles imply that both people are going to work to make it go, but the passenger is leaving his responsibility to the man in the yellow shirt by sitting back and eating fudge. Who even bought the fudge? Maybe the donkey is affluent and can afford to buy fudge and also pay the man to pedal for him. That still gives the donkey no right to poop all over the street!

I find it very hard to sympathize with the donkey because if the donkey cared to look around, it would see that it is being rude to the community and overworking their friend. Is this fair? Or is fairness something that no one wants? Or is it something that a few don't want to ever accept or acknowledge?

I hope we all learned something from this parable of sorts.