Four years have come and gone since the last extra
day added to the Human Calendar.
Mr. Tiddles will take this opportunity to lurk
in the
Shadows
of Suburbia on this extra day.
Waiting for a "hard working individual"
to return home from a difficult day of fleecing the public of their money
through corrupt dealings at a major hedge fund... This unsuspecting individual pulls up in his
sports car counting all the money he made that day in his head. Not a care in the world. Trust me, in a few minutes he will care an
awful lot more.
This naive human creature steps out and walks
towards the front of his vehicle for some reason. He begins to wipe dirt and animal blood off
the front of his vehicle. He probably
hit an innocent creature of the animal kingdom and did not stop to
investigate. He believes he is superior
to all creatures.
Mr. Tiddles must enlighten him that he is
not...
As this hedge fund guru stands up from leaning
over the vehicle, a plastic bag (one of the most damaging item of the
environment that is plaguing all landfills) thrown over his head. He is failing his arms and legs. Mr. Tiddles tightens the plastic bag and cuts
off more oxygen. Twisting and whirling in
pain. His life force is spiraling
towards Oblivion.
Hearing grunts and growls, weird thoughts flood
his mind right before he takes his last breath.
Some creature is attacking me and probably will eat me. Why me?
Mr. Tiddles reads his mind and whispers to
him. "Why not...you deserve this
fate and much more..."
Mr. Tiddles drags the body into the
garage. Now it's time for the power
tools to do their work. This guy
probably never thought his hobby of making wooden furniture would assist with dismembering
his body.
To be continued... maybe next leap year...
"A
strange amazing day that only comes once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not 'exist'."
~Vera
Nazarian
