Friday, October 17, 2014

Madame Chau and the Snail






The harvest festival was in full swing in the Dao province, and the hawker stalls were bustling with the sounds of commerce. Standing in a prized lot adjacent to the best produce stands in the center of the square stood the Chow Chau Pyrotechnics booth, just as it traditionally had for decades. Manning the stall was the impressive Madame Chau herself, her golden mane, considerable girth, and sheer size cutting an intimidating silhouette. The great she-dog had been peddling the finest celebratory sparklers and explosives for years, just as her mother and grandmother had before her. The crowds swept in fast and hard in the cool morning, but dissipated in the heat of the mid-day sun. These middling lulls had become her most hated part of the entire festival season. Even the largest fan couldn't dissuade the heat, and the empty square did nothing to distract you from your own misery. So lost was she in her own grumbling musings, Chau had almost failed to notice the strange new customer gracing her booth. A tiny green and yellow snail, grasping a single coin roughly the size of his own body.

"..."

Even with the keen ears of a hound, she couldn't make out his words. She offered a great paw palm up, which the snail happily slithered upon. Chau gently lifted the invertebrate level to her nose.

"My apologies, could you repeat that?"

"I'd like a fire rocket, please."

The jade coin in his tiny grasp was amply sufficient, so she gladly exchanged it for a long thin explosive strapped to a narrow stick.

"Might I ask the occasion? Perhaps a wedding, or a newborn?"

His eyes grew as stern as could be expected from a snail's lidless orbs.

"A bird has been feasting on my family for far too long. This shall be the divine hand that sweeps it from this world."

Chau fought hard to stifle a giggle. She had sold many types of pyrotechnics, but never explosive ordinance to tiny vigilantes.

"Sir, I have to tell you..."

"Yes?"

His gooey face looked up at her own in the most implicit of manners. His eye stalks gave a slight quiver, and Chau melted.

"...tell your friends where you got them,and I'll give you another as a gift."

Gods be with the birds.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Mother Rhino


As the morning sun rose, Mother Rhino awoke

to the sound of scuffling. Two meerkats had

found the body of a scorpion, and begun

fighting for the chance to devour the thing

whole. She reached a massive hand down, and

plucked the scorpion in two.

When the sun was high in the sky, she came

across a stumbling baboon. He had eaten

fermented fruit, and grown drunk on the

juices. Rhino gently gathered him up in her

arms, and set him against a nearby tree to

rest.

when she stopped by the waters edge for an

afternoon drink, she overheard the thrashing

of a crocodile in distress. It had swallowed

a young antelope, but the horns had become

lodged in it's throat. Rhino forcefully

grappled the croc round it's neck, and

squeezed the blockage free.

As the sun set on western horizon, she heard

the mournful cry of an ostrich whose egg had

been stolen. This was a problem with no easy

fix, but she laid a comforting hand on the

bird nonetheless.

When Mother Rhino at last lay in the cool

dark, eyes closed and sleep setting in, she

realized she had spent all day aiding every

Mother's charges but her own.

"Tomorrow" She softly whispered. 





Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Spooky Scary Time

October first. I can finally celebrate the Holiday I've already been celebrating for a month.



If you haven't already eaten Boo Berry, or built a shrine out of plastic skeletons, then 
1. shame on you 
and
 2. now's the time.



It's freaky creepy time. Get to it.
This is also my 100th post. Good thing it's a lazy one!