A Day of Excitement for Many, a Day of Sadness for the Unchosen

Two young ladies have joined the Unchosen this year to live forever outside the perimeter behind the Big Fence.

Safford, AZ – While many shouted victory in July as their children were picked early at the Choosing of the Flesh, others still mourn the loss of their loved ones to the Unchosen.

The annual Day of Choosing at the Campound (see link for this year’s story) is an exciting event for all to participate in – musical entertainment, singing and laughter in the fields, bread for everyone to share and the gorgeous wedding ceremony in the South Field. For Lonvidians, this is as good as it gets – watching our young breeding stock walk away at the end of the day in the hands of their new Master Men, imagining the night of joyous and sinless love that the couple will share with the entire Campound the next morning on the big screen over breakfast.

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Enjoying a snack before being thrown over the fence for eternity.

For today, weeks after the ceremony has ended, we look to the Unchosen – those unfortunate young ladies who aren’t chosen, remaining on the sidelines until their dismissal, banned from the grounds forever, watching from behind the Big Fence as their former friends and fellow Lonvidians enjoy their lives with their Same Race Appointed Spouse.

It’s true that the Unchosen are cared for – they are provided two pairs of shoes and assigned a box to sleep in outside of the perimeter of the Campound. In addition, many families on the grounds choose to throw all of their leftover food over the fence at night, and others often use the garden hose to spray them down when the heat of summer causes the Unchosen to emit a disagreeable odor. This, of course, not only provides them with a much needed bath, but also gives them fresh water to drink throughout the sweltering days of July and August.

This year, only two young ladies were banished from the Campound – a nice change from last year, where almost 11 girls were thrown over the fence amid shouts of anger from atheist protestors along the road. Yes, every year there are demonstrations against our actions – but one has to ask, if what we do is wrong – what is the better way? What is the solution to girls (some almost to the age of 14) who have no spouse to attend to? What should we do with ladies who aren’t seen as fit to take as a wife?

On the one day Lonvidians are allowed to view the Unchosen, a couple searches desperately for signs of their former daughter in the field.
On the one day Lonvidians are allowed to view the Unchosen, a couple searches desperately for signs of their former daughter in the field.

And still, our heart breaks each year as we are granted our one day to look the Unchosen in the eye, to see our former relatives and ex-friends sleeping on the grass and foraging like wild beasts of the field. Perhaps one day we can come up with a better solution for these unfortunate ladies – but until then, they shall be and always will be –

The Unchosen.

Angry Unchosen stare from the fence upon the festivities of the day.
Angry Unchosen stare from the fence upon the festivities of the day.
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9 Comments on A Day of Excitement for Many, a Day of Sadness for the Unchosen

  1. I remember my ‘Choosing of the Flesh’ ceremony very well even though I was only 13. I was one of the fortunate ones not thrown over the fence even though I suffer from the ginger disease. It was a VERY rare thing. Usually, gingers are ‘chosen’ at birth to be given back to god by being drowned in the river. I somehow managed to escape that fate and now I find myself living on the compound with my loving, but disciplinary, SRAS and my three other sister wives. Praise be to Saint Lonnie on high!

  2. Thank you, Elder Weisz. It is quite an honor being able to respond directly to you, Sir Superior.

  3. Yeah, last year was good. I managed to nab eight of the eleven and took them to downtown Los Angeles where they masturbate publicly behind glass for spare change from horny masturbating teenage boys. The cover charge at the door is making me filthy rich. Unfortunately, the two this year got away, rescued by those tight legged child services agents. But I’ll be back next year. Keep throwing them over the fence. I’ll be waiting.

  4. I ran the B.L.U.F.F. sras suitability testing department for years. When I performed these tests on the eager women, in groups of three at a time, I was able to look down upon their fresh faces and know instantly whether they would be chosen or not. Remember that I was banned from the office pool after three years of taking all your cash, suckers!

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