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- >you are twelve years old. your parents are very well-off. you know this, and you brag about it to the other kids.
- >they don’t like that. sometimes they push you down and say mean things to you
- >but they’re stupidheads. and their parents aren’t rich
- >you love to build things. you had Legos when you were younger, then an Erector set.
- >you’re getting a little old for them now, but the focus of your attention is Lincoln Logs
- >you’ve spent hours in your room, imagining building your very own log cabin and making a whole town full of buildings
- >you step back to admire your work. you especially like the three-story cabin in the center of the town. that’s where you wanna live.
- >suddenly, you hear skittering in the hallway. it’s the family’s fluffy pony, Precious.
- >she’s a white pegasus with a blue and green mane and tail. mom paid a few hundred bucks for her. good breeding and all.
- >and she’s running into your room.
- >your room with all the Lincoln Log buildings you spent hours planning and building.
- >oh no.
- >”pweshus wann pway!”
- >the pony cavorts into the room, knocking over your buildings. your ideas. your work.
- >she actually pauses, looking at the mess of Lincoln Logs, then tilts her head at your beloved three-story cabin
- >you can’t even move… you’re in shock from all your work being destroyed. but you finally speak.
- >”Precious… don’t you touch that cabin. Get outta my room.”
- >”nooo! pweshus wann PWAY!”
- >with that she bats the cabin, your labor of love. it falls to pieces, pieces like your heart is in right now.
- >”What… what is wrong with you. Why would you do that. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?”
- >”puh… pweshus wann pway wiff boy! pweshus hungwy! want nummies!”
- >”You… you want me to FEED YOU? After you destroyed all my work?”
- >”pweshus wann nummies naow!”
- >you feel a rage building inside you. this… this animal. this stupid, fluffy piece of
- crap… this selfish creature…
- >you pick up a handful of Lincoln Logs and start throwing them at the fluffy pony. a few bounce off her fluff, doing nothing. but a couple hit her in the head. her eyes water and she starts crying.
- >”wuh wuh why huwt fwuffy? why huwt pweshus? boy is MEANNNNNN! you give bad huwties!”
- >”Dammit, what’s all that noise up there?”
- >dad’s home. crap.
- >”Playing with Precious, dad. Sorry, we’ll keep it down!”
- >you usher the weeping fluffy out into the hall and shut your door.
- >stupid animal. destroying your work. but that’s when a plan starts to form itself…
- >have to wait till tomorrow. mom will be at her club function.
- >that gives you a good two hours after you get home from school before the old man comes home.
- >two hours.
- >a lot can happen in two hours.
- >you actually find it hard to sleep that night… it’s like the night before Christmas and the night before your birthday rolled in one.
- >you breeze through school. counting down the minutes until you can ride your bike home like the devil was chasing you.
- >you’re home in less than ten minutes. usually takes twice that long.
- >check the house. good… the maid was here earlier. perfect.
- >find the fluffy pony in the rec room, playing with a ball. you throw the ball outside
- through the back door.
- >”Go get it!”
- >”yay! pweshus pway bawl!”
- >stupid thing doesn’t even remember you were lobbing Lincoln Logs at it last night. retard.
- >you throw the ball and the fluffy retrieves it back to you. every time you toss it, you get it closer to the tool shed
- >look around. coast is clear. why wouldn’t it be? these homes are huge. most of these people are never here anyway.
- >push open the tool shed’s door. throw the ball inside. the fluffy follows, of course.
- >the door shuts.
- >now it’s time to play.
- >”pway bawl?”
- >you smack the fluffy in the face, knocking the ball from its mouth. it screeches.
- >”ahhhh! why huwt fwuffy? fwuffy owies!”
- >you roughly grab the fluffy by the back of the neck and drop her on the workbench.
- >”You RUINED my work! You destroyed what I built! Do you even REMEMBER doing that last night?”
- >”fwuff… fwuffy not shorr…”
- >”You don’t even REMEMBER! You don’t even CARE! All I wanted was to build things and to be left alone… AND YOU RUINED IT!”
- >”fwuffy no wann pway dis game…”
- >”IT’S NOT A GAME! YOU’RE A STUPID RETARDED SELFISH PIECE OF… PIECE OF SHIT!”
- >you feel exhilarated… it’s the first time you ever said the “s” word out loud.
- >”fwuffy…”
- >”SHUT UP!”
- >it starts crying. that really ticks you off.
- >”Shut up! Stop crying, stupid! STOP CRYING!”
- >it sniffles, but fresh tears continue to roll down its cheeks. you smell something… and see that she’s wet herself
- >”Apologize. Say you’re sorry for being selfish.”
- >”fwuffy no undastann…”
- >”I think you do. I think maybe you’re all a little smarter than people think. APOLOGIZE.”
- >”fwuffy dunn no…”
- >”Apologize.”
- >”fwuffy no shorr…”
- >you pick up a brick and smash its front legs.
- >”APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE!”
- >you’re actually singing it like a song… repeating over and over.
- >”APOLOGIZE APOLOGIZE APOLOGIZE!”
- >”wahhhh fwuffy weggies huwt! fwuffy wann mommy an daddy!”
- >”That’s MY mommy and daddy. YOU don’t have a mommy and daddy.”
- >your hands are shaking. you grab a screwdriver. you jam its handle in the fluffy’s ass.
- >it yowls, trying desperately to skitter away. you easily hold it down on the bench.
- >”MY house. MY parents. MY toys. MY LIFE! You want it all, don’t you?”
- >”fwuffy sowwy! fwuffy huwty so much! pwease no huwty poopie pwace!”
- >you grab a pair of gardening shears… and remove its legs.
- >”AHHHHHHHHHHHHH PWEASE STAWP!”
- >”If you can fly out of here, you can live.”
- >the fluffy, despite the blinding pain it’s in, flutters its little wings like a madman. it
- actually lifts slightly off the bench
- >”No shit.”
- >the fluffy’s wings are moving almost with the speed of a hummingbird’s
- >but before it can fly more than a couple of feet, the wings give out. it plops to the ground, which makes it screech in pain again
- >”Nice try.”
- >you pick it up by its wings and clip them off with the shears as well
- >”NO TAKE WINGIES!”
- >”Hey - you want nummies?”
- >”wann wingies! wann weggies!”
- >you honestly thought it would be dumb enough to forget its own missing appendages if offered food. color yourself surprised.
- >you toss the fluffy onto the floor. its filthy, covered in dirt and blood.
- >”David Beckham goes for the goal…”
- >you boot the fluffy, bouncing it off the wall of the shed. it rolls across the ground
- pathetically, still screeching
- >you grab a brick.
- >”Bad fluffies to straight to fluffy hell.”
- >you raise the brick. the fluffy’s eyes get wide.
- >”nuh nuh nuh no mowre huwt… pwease stawp…”
- >”Bad fluffies go to hell.”
- >you bring down the brick, bashing the fluffy’s body to a pulp. amazingly, it’s still alive.
- >barely, though… blood oozes from its mouth and nose. it gurgles instead of screeching now.
- >”I really value this time we got to spend together.”
- >bring the brick down on its head. it’s over.
- >clean up all the tools.
- >wrap the body and parts up in a shoebox. bury it in the corner of the yard under a bush.
- >next rain should destroy the box. worms will get rid of most of the body.
- >go inside, wash up.
- >after dinner, the old man calls to you from the kitchen.
- >”Brett, have you seen Precious?”
- >”No, dad… but the back door was open a little… I think the maid didn’t shut it tight.”
- >”Oh, goddammit… your mother’s gonna be pissed that little fuzzball ran away.”
- >”Yeah, I hope she’s okay!”
- >”Well, we’ll keep an eye out for posters or something in the newspaper.”
- >”Dad?”
- >”Yes, son?”
- >”If we can’t find Precious… can I have a dog instead?”
- >”We’ll see.”
- >dad’s office phone rings
- >”David Hipster Financials… I… what? WHAT?”
- >he looks to be in shock. oh god… what if someone saw you hide the fluffy pony? what if…
- >dad sets the phone down.
- >”You mother’s been in a bad accident, son… we need to go see her. Right now.”
- >”I’m supposed to finish this book report…”
- >”We don’t have time for that. SHE doesn’t have time. We need to go right NOW.”
- >dad brings you out to his big Lincoln Town Car.
- >”She doesn’t have much time left, son…”
- >”She’s dying?”
- >”She might already be dead.”
- >”No! That can’t happen!”
- >”She might already be dead. Might already be dead. Might already be dead…”
- >you awaken in a cold sweat.
- >you forget where you are for a minute
- >Oh yeah… Best Western. Room 202. paid cash, of course.
- >forget about the nightmare. you have things to do. your arson attempt didn’t work so well
- >time for another plan
- >but maybe… maybe you’ll hop down to the K-Mart and get some Lincoln Logs
- >you’d like that a lot.
- >you miss your Lincoln Logs.
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