I'm a Meece, and I've been fleeced. So I have to search for that of which I have been fleeced. It is not leave me pleeced. I will have to call the police, if my search does not do as I weesh. Complicating the situation is that that of which I have been fleeced, was fleece itself. But that is the only thing I have to fear. I am as courageous as Jason and his argonauts. I will be the hero on the journey and I will find the golden fleece, and I will not cease until I am deceased.

I have renamed myself Jason to help give me courage. There's nothing like being an ancient superhero. I would even join Amy's club [1], but only after I have found it, and what power it conferred on me before I lost it.

Then it occurred to me, the fleece was just an object, pretty though it 'twas. I can retrieve my heroic power again. I don't have to go to Turkey or Russia. I just have to remember what my power was. I realized we all have super powers already; we just have to remember it. So, I searched and searched, sailng the Black Sea of my mind. Ah, I remember. The golden fleece confers inner peace. Just knowing that all I need to do is remember brings me peace. So, I will search as long as it takes, knowing that I don't need to go anywhere to get this special elixer. Just knowing and sharing it is enough. And to preserve it by putting it in the freecer. Or take out a lease.

So smile, and say cheece.

(find my inner cheese)

[1] Amy's Club possibly refers to club of superheroes, perhaps mentioned in an unknown previous essay given about this time by Amy Baldwin of Band of Writers.