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- ...presents... White Rodent's Short Story Lump
- by White Rodent
-
- >>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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- -"The Soldier Ants"
-
- It was a lovely June morning when my family and I went for a picnic in the
- meadow behind our house. We had just started serving the potato salad when
- Aunt Sally pointed skyward and said, "Look."
-
- We did.
-
- There, silhouetted in the sky were the soldier ants. Paratroopers, as we
- later discovered, from the 32nd Airborne. Within seconds, they secured their
- perimeter. Then they got to work stripping down the meadow. It took them
- twenty-two minutes, I know because my dad let me borrow his watch.
-
- When they finished, they thanked us for our cooperation and headed off
- into the sunset, taking with them whatever wasn't nailed down.
-
- My dad sent me back to the house to get more potato salad.
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- -"The Problem With Names"
-
- There once was a dog named Zephelixan Teb who killed himself because he
- had such a stupid name.
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- -"The Poor Kid Who Couldn't Spell"
-
- Once upon a time there was a poor kid who couldn't spell. Usually, this
- did not bother him, but occasionally someone would rag on him about it. One
- day he had had enough.
-
- He said, "Are you so insecure about your own life that you must seek out
- my frailties and pour salt over them? Must you taunt me for something as
- insignificant as spelling?"
-
- "Yes," they said.
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- -"Majority Rules"
-
- Most people die eventually.
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- -"Sometimes"
-
- Sometimes I watch TV. I see senseless violence and gratuitous sex, but I
- don't mind. I see sitcoms that use tired plots to squeeze a chuckle out of me,
- but I don't mind. I see stupid music videos of garbage pop bands made up
- primarily of teenagers, but I don't mind. I see the news and the violence that
- is synonymous with today, but I don't mind. I see documentaries telling me
- that there will be no rain forests by the year 2000 or that billions will die
- of starvation in half that time, but I don't mind.
-
- But if I see one more fucking commercial with Vern in it, someone's gonna
- die.
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-
-
- -"Excuses"
-
- I ate a pigeon today
- I don't know why
- I just did, that's my excuse
- I don't go around analyzing
- everything I do
- Anyone who does is sick
- and needs help
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-
-
- -"The Practical Joke"
-
- It was the Christmas of '82 when the brown box arrived. It was for me,
- but had no return address. On the top was a large white envelope with the
- words "Do Not Open Until X-Mas" scrawled across it.
-
- I put it under the tree.
-
- Christmas morning. Every present I had opened had been clothes. It was
- very depressing and I only had two gifts left. Only two more chances to get
- the ghetto blaster that I had asked for.
-
- I grabbed the box with brightly colored paper, tore through it and peeked
- inside.
-
- "What did you get, Gavin?" asked my mother. She knew perfectly well what
- I had just opened. She gave it to me.
-
- "It's a sweater," I replied through clenched teeth.
-
- Bitch.
-
- Only one box left, the brown one with the envelope. It was about the
- right size and weight. It just might be. It just might.
-
- My heart started pounding.
-
- I opened the envelope and read the card within. "I hope you get a bang
- out of this."
-
- Yes, this was it. This was the ghetto blaster! I pried open the top with
- my fingers.
-
- The roar was deafening.
-
- So deafening, in fact, that I lost thirty percent of my hearing. I also
- lost my legs, both my hands and one eye.
-
- It seems like some practical joker mailed me a bomb for Christmas.
-
- What some people won't do for a laugh.
-
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- .ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by White Rodent. 12/26/89-04/04/90-#133
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