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28 Scarecrows ( Part Four )

15 Friday Jul 2016

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In Part Three

We sure Hylan the Scarecrow living in a run down Shack

Near Wangaratta.

He Sat on the Front Porch and Whispered into the Wind.

 

He is Calling the Human Victim of His Rape

Who has given Birth to His Son Pinnoch.

The first Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

 

The Human Victim was a Young 17 year old  Named Sara Jane

She Hears that Voice on the Wind.

And Trance like She grabs Pinnoch and jumps on a Bus to

Wangaratta.

 

Hylans Whispers are also heard by the People of Wangaratta

And One Hundred vulnerable Locals also follow the Voice.

 

Sara Jane and Pinnoch arrive at Hylans Shack

Followed closely by the One Hundred Locals

 

A Black Crow also arrives.

But this isn’t an ordinary Bird

It is Mawkin the former Ruler of all the Scarecrows

And He wonts His Title back

The Title that Hylan Stole.

 

Mawkin calls to the Sky

And Forth Thousand Black Crowes descended onto the One

Hundred Locals

They are all Ripped to Shreds and Their Body parts carried away

 

Mawkin the Black Crow Transforms into a Seven Foot Scarecrow

He confronts Hylan.

And after an Epic Battle Mawkin is the Victor.

Hylans Heart is Consumed by Mawkin while it was still Beating.

So Hylan is Dead and He can never come back.

 

Mawkin Thinking that He is Safe takes His Eyes off the Black Birds

And One Thousand of them Swoop down

And They Eat Mawkins Wooden Body Splinter by Splinter.

Unfortunately Sara Jane also leaves the Safety of the Shack

And She is quickly Dispatched.

 

The only Survivor is Pinnoch the Baby Homo Scarecrowian.

who starts to Cry.

And His Cries are Heard by a passing Dingo.

The Dingo enters the Shack and picks up Pinnoch by the back

of the Neck and

 

Part Four.

The Dingo Trots back to His Den  with Pinnoch still in His

Mouth.

His Mate is Curled up Inside.

She has been waiting for a Meal all Day.

 

The Male Dingo drops Pinnoch to the Floor of the Den.

Then proceeds to tear off Pinnochs Clothing.

Pinnoch is squirming on the ground.

But He is Hungry and He sees a familiar sight.

So He clamps onto the Female Dingoes Teat.

 

The Female Dingo is surprised.

She thought that all of Her Pups had already been Weaned

But there is always a Runt of the Litter.

So She lays down to Suckle.

And with a Snarl She sends Her Mate off to find Food.

 

Meanwhile up in the Trees

The One Thousand Black Birds that Consumed Mawkins

Wooden Body.

Are all feeling uncomfortable.

It has been Four Hours since They Ate Mawkin.

And in that Time not One of Them has dropped a single Poop.

 

So up in the Trees the One Thousand Black Birds are Pushing

and Straining.

Beads of Sweat forms on their Feathers.

If only They could Sit down with a Newspaper.

 

After another few Hours huge Sighs of relief are heard coming from

the Branches.

Then 1000 Pellets of Crap hit the Forest Floor.

Back at the Den Pinnoch is settling in nicely

He has had a steady supply of Milk.

Plus He has had His first taste of fresh Meat.

He is instantly Addicted to the Blood.

He cant get enough of the stuff.

Then His Baby Teeth  turn into Razor sharp Incisors

And His Fingers turn into Claws.

 

Even though Pinnoch is only Fourteen Months Old

He is ready to explore and Conquer the World.

The Female Dingo is still allowing Him to Suckle

Even though His Teeth are getting very Sharp.

 

Pinnoch still Loves His Milk.

But He likes the Taste of Meat and Blood even better.

He Bites down on a Nipple a little too hard.

And the Female Dingo Yelps in Pain.

But Pinnoch just keeps Biting and Biting.

And the Female Dingo is Eaten Alive.

 

Pinnoch Crawls out of the Dingo Den.

He cant quite Walk yet.

He has already had His first Kill.

As He lays near the entrance to the Den He Hears a Sound

nearby.

It Sounds like a 1000 Bird Turds hitting the Ground.

 

A Couple of Days after the Birds dropped Their Wooden Pellets.

The Stuff starts to Metabilise and begin to Dance.

The 1000 Wooden Turds start to Float in the Air.

Then They all start to fall into place.

Like a Giant Scarecrow shaped Jigsaw Puzzle.

 

The Picture Clears and yes People

Mawkin the Ruler of all the Scarecrows is back.

But He is a bit Misshapen.

Some of those Black Crows must still be backed up.

 

Mawkin is missing His Nose an Ear and His Face is all Eschew

But He is still the Same old Mawkin.

He takes a Second to get His Bearings.

Then He Wanders off in the Direction of Hylans Shack.

In the Dingo Den Pinnoch has now completely Devoured the

Female Dingo

And has fallen asleep inside the Carcass.

Then He Hears the Male Dingo coming back from the Hunt.

 

As soon as the Male Dingo enters the Den He knows that something

is wrong.

As He goes to Sniff the Body of the Female Dingo.

Pinnoch Clamps onto His Throat and He doesn’t let go.

Soon the Male Dingo collapses to the Ground.

But He isn’t Dead.

 

He is just Unconscious.

Seeing that Pinnoch cant Walk yet He needs a Mode of Transport.

And a Dingo will do just fine.

So He Crawls up behind the Prone Dingo

And with a Thrust He sticks His Head up the Dingoes Rectum.

Then He Crawls Inside.

 

A few Minutes later the Dingo opens His Eyes and Tries to get to

His Feet.

But it is a Struggle.

It Feels like Something has Crawled up His Arse.

 

But then the Dingoes Eyes change from Brown to Green

Pinnoch is now in Charge

The Dingo/Pinnoch gets to His Feet.

And with a Yawn and a Shake of His Tail.

Pinnoch the Homo Scarecrowian leaves the Den.

 

Mawkin has made Himself at Home in Hylans Old Shack

He is slowly getting His Revenge on the Black Crowes.

Every now and then He will go Outside and Hold up His Arms

And Twenty Seven Black Birds will Land.

 

Then They are taken Inside and Consumed at Leisure.

A big pile of Bones is building up in the Corner.

Only 39,492 Black Crowes to go.

Burp.

 

As Mawkin Chews on a Wing He Pines for some Company

He Sniffs the Air with His non existent Nose.

But no Scarecrow Scent is Detected.

So Mawkin has a change of Plans.

 

He goes out to the back of the Shack.

He pulls down His Pants and starts to Fondle His fleshy Wooden

Penis.

Until it becomes Erect.

 

He Strokes faster and faster.

Than He feels the tension building up in His Wooden Nuts

He Aims His Erection Towards Wangaratta

And with a mighty Explosion 5 Million Scarecrow Sperm are

released into the Atmosphere.

A Wet Gooey Cloud of Semen is on its way to Town.

 

Any Female unlucky enough to be Outside that Day

Feels a strange sensation.

And even though They haven’t had Sex.

They all feel a Wetness in their Vaginas.

They have all been Impregnated with Scarecrow Sperm.

 

So in Nine Months time 142,349 Female Humans will give

Birth to 142,349 Homo Scarecrowian Babies.

 

Pinnoch the Dingo Trots away from the Den.

He has picked up a Scent.

A Smell from the Past.

The Smell of Scarecrow.

 

He Starts to Run faster.

He just follows His Nose.

Until He arrives at an Old Shack.

And Sitting on the Front Porch is the source of the Scent.

The only Living Scarecrow on the Planet.

 

As Pinnoch gets closer.

The figure on the Porch Stands up and Watches the Dingo

approach.

When the Dingo is about Ten Feet away.

It Squats as if to take a Shit.

 

Mawkin Thinks ‘Jesus go behind a Tree or something’

Then the Dingo gives out a Strangled Yelp.

And a Baby falls from its Arsehole and lands on the Ground.

 

Mawkin recognises the Baby as Hylans Son Pinnoch

The first Homo Scarecrowian Born on Earth.

He Runs forward and picks Pinnoch up.

Whew He really could do with a Bath.

 

With Pinnoch is having a Wash in the Kitchen Sink

Mawkin looks out of the Window and notices a Shitload of

Black Crowes gathering amongst the Clouds.

39,290 Black Birds are Circling.

 

Mawkin grabs Pinnoch.

Then He goes Outside to keep an Eye on the Birds.

 

1000 of the Black Crowes has formed a Daisy Chain.

The First One is holding a Power Line.

While the rest Swoop down towards Mawkin and Pinnoch.

 

Mawkin is still holding Pinnoch.

They see the Birds coming and try to Run back into the Shack

But They don’t quite make it.

And because Pinnochs Body is still Wet

An Arc of Electricity slams into Them.

And Mawkin and Pinnoch plus the 1000 Black Crowes are Fried.

 

Mawkin and Pinnoch are thrown Forty Feet

And Land in a Weed filled Garden.

Mawkin and Pinnoch are now nothing more than your average

Garden variety Scarecrows.

Now They will guard this Garden for Eternity.

 

In Wangaratta 142,349 Females have got Morning Sickness.

How will They explain this to Their Husbands and Boyfriends.

 

Well if You wont to know the answer

Come back and Read Part Five The Finale.

 

 

Sewing Machine Man Part Two (Janome On The Loose)

11 Friday Mar 2016

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In Part One we saw the Owner of a Mexican Sweat Shop

Mr Mendez AKA The Sewing Machine Man

Kill two of His Female Employees.

He Killed them then Stitched their Mouths and Eyes shut

With His trusty Janome Sewing Machine.

 

But Mr Mendez was arrested by the Police.

After a tip off from His 2IC at the Sweat Shop Alejandro.

But He slipped out of His Handcuffs and disappeared

into the Night.

Now to Part Two.

For the past few Months the Sewing Machine Man has been

hiding out in the Sunny Mexican Countryside.

Waiting for the heat to die down.

 

He has making a living using His Janome for what it is

designed to do.

Sewing Curtains Tailoring Clothes to fit.

And making Alterations.

 

But a Sewing Machine is His Weapon of choice.

Whenever Someone crosses Him wrong

He uses His Machine to Sew Their Eyes closed.

So they can no longer See.

Then He Stitches Their Mouths shut.

So they no longer have a Voice.

 

He is still seething about Alejandro.

He knows that He was the one to call the Cops.

And the Sewing Machine Man was almost thrown

in Jail.

But He escaped from the Police.

And He gave Himself Bail.

 

But the Sewing Machine Man is out of practice.

He has only Killed twice.

And He really likes the feeling.

And it wants to feel like that again.

So He closes the Door of His Motel Room.

Let the pain begin.

 

He doesn’t have to walk far.

When He comes across a Hooker plying Her Trade.

So He invites Her up to His Room for a little fun.

 

When the Hooker goes to the Bathroom to freshen up.

Mr smothers His Handkerchief in Chloroform.

Then He gets ready to pounce.

 

When the Hooker reappears He quickly drowns Her in His

Hankie.

The Sewing Machine Man is all Business.

He has no time for Hankie Pankie.

 

His M.O (Modus Operandi) is to Sew His Victims Eyes and

Mouths closed with His Janome.

And then hang them up wrapped in a White Sheet like a

Human Cocoon.

 

And that is exactly what He does.

Just so the Cops know that He is back in Town.

After showing all of His Sewing and Wrapping skills

He Hangs the Hooker upside down in a Tree.

The Sewing Machine Man is back.

Looking for some thrills.

 

Alejandro is living at His Parents Place pissing

in His Pants.

The Cops have been around to inform His that Mr Mendez.

has Killed again.

And maybe Alejandro should move Interstate.

And we mean right now.

If You want to stay Alive

Go now before it is too late.

 

But Alejandro has some misplaced confidence.

He is a better Man then Mr Mendez.

Surely He is safe at His Parents House.

He hasn’t worked at the Sweat Shop in over Six Months.

He is living over 500 Miles from there.

But He will keep an Eye out.

Surely Mr Mendez wouldn’t come here.

He wouldn’t dare.

 

But Mr Mendez isn’t afraid of Alejandro or the Police.

And He knows exactly how to track Alejandro down.

He just has to break into the Sweat Shop.

And hope that the Password on the Computer hasn’t been

changed.

 

So the next Night He enters the Sweat Shop through an

unlocked Window.

He goes straight to His old Office.

And He is lucky.

The Password on the Computer is unchanged.

He clicks on the Employee Icon.

Then He types in Alejandro Cortez and His next of Kin.

And there in the middle of the Screen for the whole World

to see.

Is His Parents Address.

 

He is not 100% sure that Alejandro is at His Parents Place.

But it is a good place to start.

So He packs up His Janome and jumps in His Cat.

 

He only has a Four Hour drive.

Besides His Janome He has also packed a Gun with a Silencer

And a Knife with a Razor sharp Blade.

Alejandro and Mr and Mrs Cortez should now be afraid.

Very afraid.

 

Using His GPS He locates the House nice and easy.

And He parks right outside.

Carrying His trusty Sewing Machine He knocks on the Front

Door.

And in His other Hand He holds the silenced Gun.

Now the Sewing Machine Man can have a little fun.

 

As soon as the Front Door opens He Shoots Mrs Cortez Dead.

Then with His Knife He slices the Screen Door open.

And He sidles right on in.

Where He is confronted by Mr Cortez.

Without hesitation He Shoots Him in the Chest.

Now to find Alejandro His number one Pest.

 

Alejandro hearing all of the commotion tries to make

it to the back Door.

But He only gets Three Metres before He is Shot in the

Kneecap.

As Alejandro lays on the Floor He is Shot twice more.

And both of His Elbows are shattered.

 

The Sewing Machine Man walks up to Him.

And He pulls down His Pants.

And with one slice of the Knife.

He cuts off Alejandro’s Cock and Balls.

Alejandro is in agony and disbelief.

And He screams the Paint right off the Walls.

 

Then He is silenced as His own Dick and Nuts are shoved

down His Throat.

Then He is dragged to the Janome

And Alejandro’s Mouth is stitched closed.

 

Then just as He goes to stitch Alejandro’s Eyes.

The Cortez Phone starts to Ring.

And He stitches His own Thumb to the Machine.

And just like Alejandro He starts to scream.

 

Jesus the pain is intense.

He closes His Eyes and yanks Himself Free.

He packs up His Janome.

Then He gets the Fuck out of there.

 

Already His Thumb has swollen to double its normal

size or more.

He is losing a lot of Blood as He leaves by the Front Door.

 

But there is worse to come.

Because He used the same Needle to Kill all of His Victims.

It is covered in Bacteria and Germs.

Now the Sewing Machine Man has one nasty Infection

Maybe He should of changed Needles on reflection.

 

His Thumb is really throbbing.

It is Green and Black and full of Pus.

And because He didn’t apply a Tourniquet

The Infection is travelling up His Arm.

Soon it will enter His Brain.

 

The Sewing Machine Man is sitting in His Motel Room

He knows that the end is almost here.

He goes to the Bed.

Then with the Gun He shoots Himself in the Head.

 

There is no one to Mourn Him.

And He is Buried in an unmarked Grave.

And His Janome is Buried with Him.

 

But now that He is Six Feet Under

He can no longer misbehave.

 

Alabama Redneck Man

04 Friday Mar 2016

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Deep in a Mangrove Swamp in the Heart of Alabama

Lives a Redneck named Cletus Flagg.

He is built like a Quarterback.

With a punch like a Hammer.

His Greasy Hair is covered by a Bandana.

That looks a lot like a Oily Rag.

 

Cletus is the Quintessential Redneck.

With a Mouthful of Gums he only has Five Teeth.

He finds it hard to chew on a Steak.

But He loves His Wives ground up Beef.

But if you think that that Cletus looks slow and clumsy.

Well thinking that would be a huge mistake.

 

Because Cletus runs a Drug smuggling Empire.

Crystal Meth Dope and good old fashion Moonshine.

You will never se Cletus singing in the Church Choir.

But you might see Him in Confession.

Cause He would be there for Hours.

 

But Cletus isn’t a bad Man if you stay on His good side.

All Cletus is doing is providing for His Wife and Son.

Cletus Smuggles His Drugs far and wide.

And He rules with His Fists and a big Silver Gun.

 

Every now and then a Local or a Tourist will have a sticky

beak.

Or just be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They will have to be silenced before they can talk.

Can an Alligator commit a Crime.?

 

Over the Years Cletus has had to move His Business deeper

and deeper into the Mangroves.

To keep away from the Cops and prying Eyes.

In the Drug Smuggling Business anything goes.

There is no time for the how or whys.

 

One unlucky local Billy Bob Wharton was out trying to catch

a Meal of Catfish or Craw.

When He stumbled across Cletus in His Smuggling Boat.

Billy Bob has got a little to close for comfort.

And once again Cletus thumbs His Nose at the Law.

 

After doing the Dirty Deed.

Cletus has a Seat on the front Porch of His Shack.

As He plays the Banjo He counts His Teeth.

He knows that His Saergents have got His Back.

He just hopes that Billy Bob Wharton stays way deep beneath.

 

Cletus knows that He has been sitting around too long.

But He cant resist a Jar of His favourite Shine.

And Smoking some Meth from a well used Bong.

Then one of His Underlings whispers in His Ear.

It looks like all is not fine.

 

It looks like one of His Employees has been fiddling the Books

And moving the Money into His off shore Bank.

He thought that He could get away with the deception.

But He has been caught red handed.

And He will pay a Heavy Price.

He will never get a chance to commit the same Crime twice.

 

Cletus orders His Men to tie the Thief to a Tree.

Right on the edge of the Water.

The Thief is tied with Leather Belts.

The Thief knows that this is His Fate.

He tells Cletus that He is very sorry.

But it is too little too late.

 

Cletus orders all of His Employees to watch.

They don’t have to wait long for a Gator to come rushing

out of the Water.

And it grabs the Human Sacrifice.

Then another Gator joins in the Slaughter.

And the Thief is torn to shreds.

His Arms and Legs are torn from there Sockets.

The Thief is screaming for mercy.

Going off His Head.

Then piece by piece He is dragged into the Water.

These Gators show Him no mercy.

They are built like Battleship Rockets.

 

The only parts of the Thief left behind is His Head.

His pitiful screams could be heard as the Gators fed.

But after about Three Hours  the Thief is finally Dead.

 

At the crack of Dawn.

The Gators ate the Head for Breakfast.

And of the Thief there is no trace.

I fyou cross Cletus Flagg you will become the Ultimate

Outcast.

Then a Gator stuck its Head out of the Water.

And I am sure that it had a smile on its Face.

 

Cletus is satisfied

If you get on His bad side you will disappear into the Night.

There is no Body for His Family to Bury or Cremate.

If you cross Him.

You will be nothing more then Gator Bait.

 

For the next Six Months it is Business as usual.

Cletus and His Cronies travel up and down the Swamps and

Rivers.

Delivering their poison of Meth and Moonshine.

The people who buy the stuff should know better.

Cletus drinks the Shine like it is the finest of Wines.

 

And they smoke the Meth like it is a Cuban Cigar.

They act like it is the best thing that they have tasted.

But their Brains have been Fried.

They live their lives in a daze.

All wasted.

 

Billy Joe Flagg.

The Son of Cletus and His Wife Molly Mae.

Is sitting in His room smoking some of His Fathers Product.

Only Fifteen Billy Joe just Smokes His Days away.

He knows that His Mother wouldn’t approve of His Conduct.

But His Father would be proud.

Billy Joe is a little Redneck in the waiting.

He knows that His Father is a Bad Man.

So He doesn’t say the Words out loud.

 

He wakes early the next Morning.

And Smokes some more Meth before School.

He thinks the Drug makes Him all big and tough.

But He is nothing but a Fool.

Billy Joe has Smoked more then His Body can handle.

Billy Joe might think that He is doing OK.

But He is now burning both ends of the Candle.

 

Billy Joe is hearing Voices in His Head.

The Voices are telling Him to ‘See what it feels like to get

hit by a Car’

And Billy Joe listens very closely.

And He steps into the Traffic.

And that one step turned out to be His last.

 

His Mother is distraught when She gets the News.

She knows that it is all Her Husbands fault.

She collapses to the Ground.

With the Broken Hearted Blues.

 

Nothing that Cletus can say can heal that heavy Heart.

At the Funeral She gets into an awful state.

She just cant stop Crying and wailing.

And through Her Black Veil She looks at Her Husband

with Eyes full of hate.

 

For the next few Months Molly Mae struggles through

She just takes it Day by day.

Without Her Son life isn’t worth living.

Every Hour is Dark and Grey.

 

There is only one thing that keeps Her going.

And that is the Day when Cletus pays for Her Sons Death.

In Molly Mae’s Head an Evil Wind is blowing.

 

Cletus will Die.

And She will make it look like an accident.

 

A few Days later Cletus and Molly Mae are walking along the

edge of the Swamp.

She is acting normal so Cletus doesn’t get suspicious.

Then with Her Hip She gives Cletus a little nudge.

Then time stands still as Cletus hits the Water.

Then He is torn apart by the Gators all nasty and vicious.

 

So what goes around comes around

 

Molly Mae has a lump in Her Throat that She cant budge.

But revenge sure does taste sweet.

She has one last look into the Water.

And She is satisfied that Her Husband is now Dead Meat.

 

Mia The Elephant ( Part Two )

29 Friday Jan 2016

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If you are one of my constant readers.

You will already have read Part One of this Story.

I know it was sad and a little bit gory.

But it only make believe.

It is only a Story

 

So anyway in Part One Mia’s Mother was killed by Poachers

in the depths of Africa.

But in the end Mia got Her revenge

Cause all of the Poachers were killed

And then the African Night became very still.

 

So to start off Part Two

Where Mia’s new living quarters has a Million Dollar view.

 

Mia finally awakens after a long trip from Africa.

Where She was hit by a drug filled Dart.

And She went into a deep slumber.

Now She has arrived on a distant Shore

To start a new life.

 

So when Mia finally opened Her Eyes.

The first thing She notices is a large Bridge shaped like

a Coat Hanger.

And a building made from huge Sails.

 

Then She see’s the huge Harbour full of shimmering Water.

Then She remembers that She is Mia Her Mothers only

Daughter.

Now She is living in the Land of the Southern Cross.

Will Mia become a victim/

Or will She show them who is Boss?

 

Then She hears a strange accent saying ‘Welcome to Taronga

Park Zoo’.

Mia is glad of the welcome.

But after all of the travelling.

All Mia really needs is a pee and a Poo.

 

But She feels right at Home in Her new enclosure.

It is bright and Sunny.

With a Northern exposure.

The Weather is the same as Her African Home.

And there aren’t any Lions and Hyenas in sight.

But Mia knows that She captive and not free to Roam.

But She feels safe.

She no longer has to fight the fight.

 

But She is wary when a Human enters Her enclosure.

To clean up Her mess and give Her a good hose down.

But She likes Her new surroundings

With a view of the Ocean.

She feels comfortable and serene.

And She sways with a gentle motion.

As the Human makes Her nice and clean.

 

Over the following Weeks and Months.

Mia settles in with a few of Her kind.

She is especially close to a Bull Elephant.

And they start to bind.

 

Life couldn’t get any better.

There are no Predators to eat Her alive.

 

And She has all of the Leaves and Fodder that

She can chew and swallow.

But all She can think about is Her favourite Elephant

named Clive.

She also enjoys Her Water Hole.

Where She can swim and wallow.

 

Mia and the Bull Elephant Clive are getting closer by

the day.

Mia has been a bit apprehensive.

But She finally lets Him have His way.

She is taken Elephant style in that enclosure with the

Ocean view.

Mia knows that She is no longer eating for Herself.

She is now eating for Two.

 

But there is one thing that Mia is worried about.

And that is all of the Humans on the other side of the

Fence.

Humans have a dangerous smell about them.

And when She gets another whiff.

She gets all worried and tense.

The smell gets inside Her Nostrils and clogs up

Her Trunk.

And then Mia gets down and slips into a nasty little funk.

 

And when Mia gets depressed

She starts thinking about Home.

In Tanzania there were so many Trees you could take

your pick.

And She was free to roam.

She misses the taste of Her favourite Leaves.

And rubbing up against the Bark.

Now She is living behind a Fence.

In a far from Home Foreign Park.

 

Mia would do anything to walk once again in the African

Dirt.

The ache is so bad it hurts.

Then Mia remembers Her Mother when She was still alive

splashing in the Water.

Then She looks to the Sky and says, ;Mama can you hear Me?’

” It is Mia your only Daughter”

 

But of course there is no answer from above

But an African voice enters Mia’s big floppy Ears.

And that voice belongs to Benjamin Towers.

She hasn’t heard that voice for years.

Mia was sure that She killed Him in that revenge attack.

That Benjamin Arsehole must have immortal powers.

 

Mia is sure that on the Day that Her Mother died.

Towers was the one who fired the fatal shot.

When Her Mother died the whole Universe died.

And that is something that Mia hasn’t forgot.

 

She is sure that along with all of the other Poachers.

She trampled Towers beneath Her Feet.

But in the confusion He must of escaped the Bloodbath

and killing.

Mia could of sworn that He was turned into Mince Meat.

But he is still alive and kicking

And Mia will now even the score.

God willing.

 

Mia sneaks up behind Towers.

She has to be sure.

She listens intently while Towers is still talking.

She has to avenge all the Heartbreak and hurting.

And when Towers Friends walk away.

He is now a dead Man walking.

 

Towers has His back to Mia’s enclosure.

He is looking fit and healthy.

Now Mia might finally get closure.

Towers is oblivious as He gives Himself a Selfie.

 

But Towers want be healthy for much longer.

If Mia has Her way.

Towers will end up in a Morgue.

The Arsehole is about to pay.

Thank You Jesus Thank You Lord.

 

Mia reaches through the Fence.

And wraps Her Trunk around Towers Face.

And He starts to turn from Pink to Purple

and finally turns Black.

He is thrashing around kicking His Legs.

And then He goes slack.

 

The smell of Urine hits the Air.

And then Towers Bowels release.

It has all ended fair and square.

And Mia the Elephant has finally found peace.

 

Ten Months later Mia gives Birth to a Daughter

of Her own.

A Daughter Born in captivity.

A Daughter who will live out Her life in a Zoo.

A Daughter who should be wild and free.

 

Mia looks down at Her first Born and thinks

‘She looks a lot like Me’.

Mia The Elephant ( Part One )

26 Tuesday Jan 2016

Posted by stevenjohnno in poems, stories

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elephants, ivory, poachers, revenge

Thirty years ago a Baby Elephant was Born in the Forest.

In the Country known as Tanzania.

She has a tiny little Trunk.

And She is a bit wobbly on Her Feet.

And Her Mother has named Her  Mia.

 

The first few years of Mia’s life is trouble and hassle free.

Her Mother gave Her lots of Love and affection

And She also had the other Elephants in the Herd for company

and protection.

 

Mia is now Five years old.

And She has grown solid and large

While Her Mother is kind and gentle and is as big as a Barge.

Mia and Her Mother are very close.

They do everything together.

But Mia’s Mother is starting to show Her age.

Her Tusks are now a dark shade of Yellow.

And Her Skin is like well worn Leather.

 

Mia’s Mother has warned Her about the danger of Predators

and Poachers.

So Mia’s senses are always on the alert.

The last thing She wants is for Her Mother to be hurt.

 

Even though all of the Elephants are always on the lookout

for danger.

Mia has also noticed that sometimes they enjoy the protection

of the Game Park Rangers.

 

But the Rangers cant be everywhere.

So the Elephants are on the alert for every sound and smell.

But Mia’s life is about to go from everyday living

Into something a lot like Hell.

 

A group of Poachers has been following the Herd for about Three

Hours.

They are led by a local Mongrel by the name of Benjamin Tower’s.

They are armed with Einfield Rifles and razor sharp Machetes.

Soon the Elephants Blood will rain down like a shit load of Confetti.

 

Mia is enjoying a meal of Her favourite Leaves.

When Her Mother lets loose a frightened trumpet sound.

Then a Rifle shot rings out.

And Mia’s Mother collapses to the ground.

 

Mia is hiding behind some Savannah Bushes.

When She see’s a group of Humans approach.

They go straight to Her Mother

And they start to hack and poach.

They cut up Her Body for the Meat

And take the Tusk’s for the Ivory and for Money.

 

Mia can only hide and watch.

As She cries a lonely Tear.

 

As they go about their business.

The Poachers are laughing and talking.

Bragging about their skills with a Rifle and their skill at

Animal stalking.

 

Mia is silently listening to every word that the Poachers say.

And every word is stored deep inside Her Brain.

Though Mia can hardly think through Her sorrow and pain.

She will remember the sound of the Poachers voices to Her

Dying day.

But before that She will make them pay.

 

Everybody knows that Elephants never forget.

They remember everything good and bad.

And right now Mia is feeling mighty mad.

For Mia revenge will be sweet.

For when She is finished,

The Poachers will be nothing but lumps of Meat.

 

As She watches the Poachers depart.

Mia almost stumbles with a heavy Heart.

Then She wanders over to Her Mother.

To the scene of the slaughter.

She is Mia the only Daughter.

 

With one last look at Her Mother laying there in a heap.

Mia cries a mournful sound.

So full of Love and hate,so deep.

Then She joins up with the others in the Herd.

Her Head is full of revenge and pain.

And as the Herd wanders off.

It coincides with the start of the seasonal Rain’s.

 

A few years have passed and Mia is feeling happy and content.

Although the pain of the past has left a hollow dent.

Then the other Elephants prick their Ears up.

They have heard a sound.

And it is like the years have been rewound.

 

The Humans aren’t as silent as they thought.

They believed that they were silently creeping.

But red handed they have been caught.

The Elephants could hear them coming from a Mile away.

And now Mia will have Her say.

 

Benjamin Tower’s and the other Bandits.

Are surrounded by the Herd of Elephants.

The Poachers cant comprehend it.

They don’t understand at all.

And one by one they begin to fall.

 

In their panic the Poachers have dropped all of their Weapons.

And their deaths only take a matter of seconds.

Some are gored by the Tusks.

But most are trampled underfoot.

They are stamped until they become a part of the dirt.

Even though Mia has got Her revenge.

A part of Her still hurts.

 

For a few weeks Mia and the other Herd members.

Go from the water holes to the feeding grounds.

They no longer jump at the slightest sound.

But they that there will be more Poachers.

As long as Elephants have Tusks.

People will always crave the Ivory.

But they still have to be wary.

Cause Lions and Hyenas still rule the night.

But this Herd of Elephants has fought a good fight.

 

Mia is now feeling at peace with the world.

She no longer feels frightened by the sounds of the Night.

 

But then out of nowhere.

A Drug filled Dart penetrates the Flesh of Her Butt.

She tries to resist.

But then Her Eyes solely drift shut.

 

Keep an Eye out for the next instalment.

Coming to a Cinema near you. LOL.

But seriously Folks.

It will be titled.

Mia the Elephant ( Part Two ).

‘Life In A Zoo’.

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