This section brings us to beaten and broken Chip… and Josef, Tara’s cousin. It’s the morning after the herd arrived in Tara’s freshly planted garden (damn the soft soil, that allowed the herd to dig their way in…
Tara has gone home to take care o’ business. She patched the fence and ensured the rotten, rogue herd can’t get out…
I want Crimson to be there with Tara as she goes postal on the herd…maybe Crimson can help with the mental recovery for Chip with a conversation like:
“Chippie fwen, am gunna teww out stowee. Meanie hewd…nu wonga gib ou hewt ouchies. Cwimsun sees an angew on angees makies meanie hewd hab manee ouchies. Den, da angew fixies ou housies. Am pwetty housies, Cwimsun am jewwus wif da angew fixies ou housies, ou hab am manee huggies tu hewp ou hewt ouchies. Cum, Chippie, ou nee gud huggies and wub tu.”
Ps. Gas prices aren’t controlled by anything but foreign oil companies. If you want cheaper gas (for lighting fluffs on fire, obvi) you should talk to the billionaire oil company moguls enjoying their record profits. Lol you think any president would keep them high when an election is nearing, if they could do anything about it? Putin shits out 1/3 of the worlds oil, so maybe bitch about him, it would make a lot more sense. But it’s less fun I am sure, than wearing red hats and carrying torches…to light fluffies on fire (post is relevant, see?)
I tend to avoid using guns in my stories (the exception being Hunting Wabbits where the shotgun needed to be established for the ending) mostly because I feel they’re too easy and lack the good punch of manual abuse
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