Late argument, interlude

Ask me anything and I’ll make a counter statement in one word. Ready? Go.

–from an interview with a house cat that looks like a barn owl, today at 2:57 a. m.

My Employer has Feathers, Interlude

“So tell me Mr. Bucket–”

“It’s Becket, Sir,” said Jay.

“Mr. Becket,” said the employer behind the desk, “What have you done with your life that makes you the absolute candidate for this position?”

“Well, the confidence level I have in my experience—–”

“Oo Oo Oorrrrr!” said Mr. Quarts and rolled his Rs.

Mr. Quartz appeared unaware of what happened. He looked up at Jay quizzically.

“Why’d you stop? Please continue.”

“The experience I have collected from previous employers has prepared—-”

“Hoot, hoot, hoot hoot. Hoot hoot hoot hoot, Orrrrrr!” said Mr Quartz as he spat out the now well chewed piece of legal paper.

“Uh, sir, is this a bad time, should I come back later?”

Mr. Quartz was now scratching his sideburns furiously as large brown bird feathers were rapidly growing, covering his face, hair, and his hands. His nose was growing sharp and turning orange colored. His eyes were getting wider and a strange light that wasn’t there before had appeared in them.

“Mr. Quartz, Mr. Quartz are you ok?!” shouted Jay.

“I’m just fine, Mr. Becket,” said Mr. Quartz, “But I suggest you run while you still can.”

“Should I call an ambulance?” asked Jay.

“No, that will not be necessary,” said Mr. Quartz, “But if you must help me, then run. As fast as you can.”

“Why?” asked Jay, “I just want a position at your company!”

“You may have a 90 day trial period. But only if telling you makes those lungs huff and puff,” said Mr. Quartz, “Because moving prey makes better sport!”

Excerpt from “Employment is for Birds of Prey”
from the curiously long book of short stories, I am lettuce, who are you?

Movement of Night Sky

They Live!

Behind the mansion is a path through the Labyrinthine Woods you have not explored. Having survived a barrage of poisoned barbs from Dr. Winter, you and now on a path that continues to get darker. The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.

You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does it move?

You now hear hooting sounds in front of you. A piece of the night sky has jumped to the ground. It now moves like the silhouette of a person crouching. Whoever it is is wearing a draped in a giant black beach towel. The figure starts to make monkey noises.

“Oo Oo oo ah ah ah ah ah! oo ah oo ah oo ah!”

Territorial sounds of owls: He says don’t get closer. This is why Dr. Winter did not pursue you into this trail. He knew better. If you go any farther you may be ripped to shreds. Or however these weird towel creatures kill their prey.

You are now between a rock and a hard place.

This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **

*Try to ward off the towel owls

*Get Dr. Winter to call off his pets

Stay tuned, hikers!

 

 

Unexpired Path

You go first, I’ll just stay here.

 

You choose to continue your hunt for the remaining jewels. Once found, then you can answer the message of the person calling for help in the Labyrinthine Woods. The white cat in a lab coat casually goes around the corner of the mansion. What’s around that corner?

You already know the cat is able to use poison darts from a bamboo blow gun he stores in his lab coat. Cautiously you sneak around the corner. No sign of the cat. It’s worth the risk. To your left is a stream that runs along a dug out gully. There is a bridge roughly 200 meters. To your right is the back of the mansion, just a wall of marble stone slabs bonded by mortar. In front of you is a path that leads to the Labyrinthine Forest. It’s a path you have never explored.

Oh, look, it’s that cat in the lab coat. Never mind him. Cover your neck, maybe he won’t shoot you. You move along toward the bridge. Uh oh. There’s another cat in a white lab coat. You run into the forest even as poison barbs fly all around. Once in the Labyrinthine Woods the barbs are no longer being shot. You turn around. The real white cat in the lab coat watches you but does nothing.

 

 

He’s waiting.

The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.

You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does the sky move like that?

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