Chapter 1- The Rage of George
Chapter 2- Rattling of Sabres
Chapter 3- Entreaties Rejected
Chapter 4- Osama Speaks
Chapter 5- The Underworld
Chapter 6- Fatherly Advice
Chapter 7- The Gods of War
Chapter 8- Juggernaut
Chapter 9- The Prisoners
Chapter 10- Interrogation
Chapter 11- George Dreams
Chapter 12- In the Clouds
Chapter 13- Déjeuner
Chapter 14- Secret Agent
Chapter 15- The Tyrant Flees
Chapter 16- Out of Order
Chapter 17- George Descends
Chapter 18- Master Kim
Chapter 19- Uncurious George
Chapter 20- Asana
Chapter 21- Doing the Patriot Act
Chapter 22- Immaculate Reception
Chapter 23- The Little Prince
Chapter 24- Mission Accomplished
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George stands in a golden meadow,
Warm sun shining, he feels the Texas heat,
Removes his windbreaker, then his shoes,
Lets bare feet feel the ground. A blackbird
Rises from the brush and swings low toward him.
George ducks just as its beak grazes the top of his head.
Turned toward a familiar clapboard house,
Maine’s surf bounding ashore, white waves crashing,
George runs home, the blackbird in pursuit.
His legs slip and slide beneath him. No traction,
No matter how hard or fast he tries, he makes no headway
As the blackbird gains ground for another swipe.
“Quickly George, quickly,” shouts his mother, Barbara,
White hair blowing in the coastal breeze.
George is on all fours crawling in the high grass,
Sharp stalks scrape and snare his face and arms, he panics.
The blackbird almost on him, bigger than before
More like an eagle now, talons stretched in his direction.
He hears a screech and falls on his back, arms flailing.
His mother stands above him, reaches down and slaps him hard.
His face stings and he begins to cry. The blackbird sits
On Barbara’s shoulder, her hair twisted in its beak,
His black eyes, deep dark bottomless pools
Stare at George who cannot look away.
Suddenly he’s yelling: “I didn’t do it!” feeling angry.
He’s back on his feet in the dry Texas grass,
Laura yells, “Quickly, George, quickly!” from the house.
Her hair is white like Barbara’s, and George dislikes it.
“Why did she change her hair?” The blackbird
Now sits on George’s shoulder, whispers in his ear.
George can’t hear the bird over Laura/Barbara’s yelling.
He tells her to stop talking, but she keeps on and on.
George knows this bird is telling secrets,
Important secrets he must hear and remember,
But he can’t make it out, can’t understand.
George’s dad shoos the bird away.
“C’mon son,” says George Senior, taking Junior’s hand.
They walk to the house, salt spray at their backs.
Blackbird nowhere to be seen, George feels safe.
His hand feels warm in his Dad’s firm grip.
He looks at his feet. His shoes are back on,
But he feels very small, so close to the ground.
As they near the house he turns to Daddy and
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