It was a miraculous world.
A miraculous world sullied by a few un-miraculous things. It was like.... a nicely polished turd served on a golden platter. Couldn’t truly take away the stink, but it could somehow be made to look a little better. Some days it was easier to face the bullshit than others.
Ooooh yeah, stew and pie made things brighter. If stew and pie were on hand, it would be like gazing at the world at large through colored glass! So much shinier! So much easier to confront the problems seeping from nature’s orifice.
The basis behind the days current decision was based on the acquisition of a good stew and a pie.
Oh!! And crusty bread! Fluffy on the inside, perfect for scooping up the last remnants of broth at the bottom of the bowl. It would be a travesty to leave any trace of the delicious conglomeration of flavors anywhere. Creative tools must be concocted to assure that tragedy never came to pass!
There seemed not a problem left in the whole of the world save.....
Stew and pie required gald to buy.
Oh wooooe was the world to uncover the sad truth of socialism! Damn those who were going about their business trying to pave their way through life comfortably! How could they when there was a rumbly belly in need of being filled??
Was the witch truly relegated to the fate of earning what she needed?!
If she was going to have to work for what she needed, she was going to make it worth her while!
“I’m not so sure about this, Miss Magilou.”
“YOU aren’t the brains of this operation. If I should wait until you were ready to perform what needs to be done, we’d have perished long ago!”
“Bieeeen....” Bienfu always found it infinitely difficult to get on board with Miss Magilou’s plans. .... which never seemed to operate precisely how they were mapped out in her brain. For some odd reason, events always flowed so much smoother when she imagined it all. Actually bringing it all to fruition was, for some reason, so much harder!
... of course, Miss Magilou would blame it on him. Saying it was impossible to get good help those days.... But he was doing the best he could, he really was!
“Are you just going to stand there while the prey gets away?!!”
Hobble hobble hobble, shuffle shuffle
Siiiiiiiiide step. Peek. Bienfu paused at the corner of a structure, his stealth for no real reason other than show. He was supposed to make himself known regardless. But it seemed like the thing to do. After all, one shouldn’t just shove themselves out into the open without taking precautionary measures! Never quite knew what dangers lurked about!
... he just wasn’t made for stealth, what, with no flexibility. He couldn’t rightly bend a long ways, or hurry for that matter, not with just short stubby legs!!
But he made do with what he could of his circumstances.
Alright! He had his sights on a man! A kind of dangerous looking man, but it didn’t much matter to them what kind of person he was. Bienfu stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth, a sort of beacon of motivation to keep going. It gave his movements the boost he needed to accelerate closer to victory.
“Hello, good sir!!” He called out, stomping his little foot for emphasis.
Maybe he should be facing his front instead of his rear....
He scurried quickly around, depositing himself just so!
“Hello, good sir!” He pronounced with so much more zest now that he could see his face and his front instead of his butt. “Oh boy, do I have something for you!!!! You’re never going to believe-----!”
