Friday, September 29, 2006
New Beginning 130
"We should've turned ourselves into koalas," the possum with the shorter whiskers said.
"Don't be an idiot," longer whiskers replied. "Koalas don't live in California. And you were the one that wanted to be an animal with a pocket."
"Pouch. It's a pouch."
"Whatever," longer whiskers said.
The two marsupials hid under a huge wax myrtle that faced a modest two story brick home, in an ordinary neighborhood, on an average cul-de-sac. It was the home of a twelve-year-old boy named Jake Marks. If Jake had gone outside and looked closely at the bush, he might have seen two sets of black, beady eyes peering through the branches. But Jake was inside, having breakfast with his mom and little brother.
The sound of a car engine alerted the possums and their tails swished back and forth. The car slowed and turned into the driveway.
"The female has arrived," longer whiskers said, running out to the arriving car. "Quick! Grab her pouch!"
Short whiskers made a flying leap at the woman's Marc Jacobs bag. She screamed and attempted to fight the creature off.
Jake ran to the window. "Look! It's Mrs. Splick! And there's a possum attacking her!"
Mrs. Marks looked out the window. Mrs. Splick, the babysitter, was on the ground, blood spurting from thousands of scratches and bites. One possum appeared to be eating her face while another was dragging her bag into the bushes. Mrs. Marks sprang into action, grabbing a kitchen knife and sprinting to the door.
"No!" Jake shouted. "Don't go out there, Mom!"
"Sorry, honey," she replied, "but no one treats a Marc Jacobs bag like that. No one."
Continuation: Kate Thornton
Posted by Evil Editor at 9:35 AM