It is said that chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order.
Simply because it is better organized.
The farmers assembled for another council. They had found out that mouse had been a mafia. Hope was in the air. Everyone could smell it.Either hope or fresh laundry.
Bisko was being extremely proud of himself and although he had then regretted his choice of killing mouse, he was now content.
The farmers now had a chance. Fate was smiling at them.
But was it? The hard working farmers were now again put in front of a hard decision for the Cow Goddess had requested another sacrifice.
Then who should they kill?
Bisko, drunk from his blind victory decided again to step in.
He cleared his throat.
“ Everyone, listen. My vote for tonight will be Henchy. I don’t have much evidence to prove it but I found under his bed some pink fluffy handcuffs.”
“Whut? All LIES! That’s meddling with things you don’t understand!”, Henchy protested.
“ Don’t even try hiding it! You whore!”
“I’ll kill you bisko! You’re a mafia in disguise, I can tell. You are bringing the farmers into ruin!”
The shouting was followed by a general buzzing noise of people arguing like a pack of men over the Sunday game.
Things were definitely getting out of hands. Henchy reached for bisko’s throat…
Comp looked around and saw no one reacting to the fight in front of them. And now…here he was. It wasn’t the nice, interesting, entertaining-in-many-ways kinda bar fight that he was used to, but rather a serious life or death match between two very serious man. And one of them was said to have pink fluffy handcuffs under his bead.
He quickly made up his mind.
The last Mafioso was sitting at his desk staring melancholically at the place where she used to sit….he used to sit. But now (okay, let’s just keep it a she for the time being) she was gone. She was dead.
Comp had…..Comp had killed her! His love..
She had been like a bag of M&Ms : irreplaceable, so precious and unique. ….her moods so unpredictable and wild, like the suspense of an open hand waiting for the candy to fall, but not knowing which color it will be.
Tears started flowing.
But NO! Bisko was the one at fault! Not only had he killed his partner but now..
Revenge! He mind-chewed the word slowly and such a juicy word it was…
He made a call.
After an hour, a knock on the door could be heard. R3d smiled.
The door opened and bisko entered the low lit room and gazed at the person standing in front of him.
“You called for me.”
“Indeed. Take a seat.”
“You see, the Don is currently on vacation, doesn’t want to hear about these….minor problems that he have encountered recently. So I am running the business for the time being.”
“Fortune cookie?” R3d said, sticking a large silver plate under his nose. “Come on, take one.”
And so bisko did, with the look of a man that had just seen a cockroach on his pillow and wasn’t very happy with it.
“Please tell me what it is written on the pice of paper.”
R3d leaned back in an attitude that suggested attentive listening. Sometimes, he was extremely good at listening. He created a kind of mental suction. People told him things just to avoid the silence.
Bisko didn’t even have the time to look surprised as the mafioso had already knocked him unconscious. His body knew it, he just didn’t quite get it yet.All humans become one with nature. Your process will be speeded up a bit.
Gum was walking sown the street, happy and unaware of the fact that he was being followed from behind.
He had bought a bottle of beer and was about to go home to celebrate the death of the first mafioso. Guess you don't always get the quiet life that you want tho'...
A big- bad wolf appeared in fron of him with a terrifying roaaawr.
"Waaah, didn't think you were THIS big...", said Gum shakily.
"I'M NOT WIDLY ADVERTISED."
Gum shrugged. Was this the end of it? He at least wanted his cig......
Where was the happy farming life he had been promised?
The cake was a lie!!!
He carefully calculated his chances. He could try to run......He looked up at the wolf. No, he couldn't.
"I'LL MAKE YOU MINE. YOU WILL BECOME A WOLF AND HELP ME DOMINATE ST.."
"I'm quite content with my current status, thanks. Can't we just jolly well leave it some day else?"
“What the f…?”
Bisko woke up with an irritating song stuck in his head. He tried moving but he couldn’t.
Also, he felt he was missing something…he couldn’t recall the last events of the day. He made an effort: ham sandwich…grain….something about pink and fluffy…..hunger! COOKIES! Oh wait, fuck. Fortune cookies. And later, R3d.
He let it all sink in. He was tied tightly to a tree, he could hear the wind blowing through the trees. He was in the woods….
He tried hardly not to panic.
Now….what would his ancestors have done in a situation like this?
They wouldn’t have been there, obviously.
But apart from that, they would……have used their fine developed minds to consider the tools available, that’s what!!
He had: ….himself.
No help there.
Suddenly, he heard a noise….something big was approaching. And fast! What could it be? Bisko started screaming for help, maybe there were people that had been concerned for him or smthing.
But as the source of the noise came closer and closer he realized that his chances of survival were dropping and dropping.
And then, the climax.
A big, hungry-looking pig emerged from the shadows. It looked as if it had not been fed for over a week now and had that determined look in his eyes that things were going to change.
“So this was what that damn Mafioso was saving for me….”
A slow death with an abrupt start.
The pig marched into a savage attack and grabbed bisko’s shoulder with his strong jaws , crushing it….
A screm could be heard, even from the periphery of the woods.
R3d, on the other hand was enjoying a quick shower at home. He was now happily singing a very catchy song while adjusting the water temperature, completely unaware that he was not alone.
He noticed the shadow through the shower curtain a bit too late. The creature attacked.
And while it was bad enough to be attacked when singing “Promiscuous”, it was even worse for the male ego to be attacked with a beauty accessory. It was pretty bad for all the rest of the male too.
Three hours later R3d’s corpse was found in a bath of blood . Literally.
"DID YOU KILL HIM?"
"Yeah.....I managed. What about our new brother? "
"....NYAAAH. HE DIDN'T MAKE IT.
TWMG- sign-ups <3