This story vascillates between the everyday humdrum life of Water Mitty, the hen-pecked husband sterotype, and the extravagant adventures he lives in his daydreams. Mitty flits in and out of reality, his daydreams concocted by a stream of consciousness association triggered by the sputtering of his car's exhaust pipe, a pair of gloves, and finally a freshly lit cigarette. In such a way this docile "hubby" gets to be the captain of an icebreaker, a famous surgeon, a defendent in a murder trial and finally a fighter pilot taken captive distaining a firing squad. Mitty's imagination is his "second life," which nurtures his deflated ego and helps hims escape the insufferable mediocrity of his existence.
If you do a graph of the plot line of this story, it would look very much like a cardiograph printout, with the steady horizontal line of Mitty's real life intermittantly broken by the highs and lows of his "virtual" existence.
in a small town named blue corn lived a girl name Liliana Jones, she lived on a farm that was famous for the condensed milk her mother made from the milk from there cows that Liliana Jones milked every morning at 5 am, Lily would wake up brush her hair, put on her hot pink boots and run down the hall from her bed room and eat the delicious berry waffles topped with condensed milk and powered sugar, her mother considered anything else on waffles a sin. Liliana's mother sends her out to town and there she meets up with her friend who is pretty well known that hes on the wrong side of the train tracts, his name was James Saint he looked at her and said what we doing today lily? "Mamma sent me to get some sugar for cake" ''sounds good'' they pick up the sugar and head back home "mother i have the sugar and James" "hello James how are you" James just responds with a nod "well i am going out mamma, love you"