Queequeg. Woke up bright and early
He smacked his lips after a long yawn
His eyes glanced down to where Galatea slept beside him
Queequeg’s heart races as
A panic attack sets in
Galatea was nowhere to be found
All he could was a small pure white feather
Resting in the spot she had slept in the night prior
Queequeg sprung to his hooves
And dashed into the yard
He began crying out
“Gawatea!”
Over and over again
No reply
He scanned the yard desperately searching for even the slightest clue
Something caught his eye
Flapjack was gleefully observing a group of feral smarties
Fighting over …
A
Small
Pure white
Alicorn
Filly
With only
Three
Legs
For the first time Queequeg felt something entirely alien
It started in the pit of his stomach then quickly spread throughout his entire body like the roots of a mighty sequoia
An all consuming desire
To hurt beyond hurt
He ran over to the group teeth bared
The biggest of the smarties
tried To intimidate Queequeg
By puffing out their cheeks
In one fell swoop
Queequeg
Tore the smarty’s face off
Cleanly in one piece
As if it was nothing more than
a Halloween mask
The other smarties tried to run away
But your Doberman sized body
Had legs far longer than any of them could hope to outrun
Their deaths were neither clean nor quick
You turn your attention to Galatea
An expression of unimaginable terror hung on her face
You tried everything to comfort her
but every time Galatea opened her mouth to speak all that came out was a series of chirps and peeps
Flapjack attempted to run only slam headfirst into something
As flapjack turned her gaze to see what it was
She froze in terror
Standing above flapjack was stout muscular women in her early 20s wearing jeans ,steel toe boots , a flannel shirt and a wide brim bucket hat