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herr_bookman) wrote2014-12-18 12:55 am
herr_bookman) wrote2014-12-18 12:55 am
OOM: B.S.
At first there was nothing. The cobblestone streets were deserted as Autor walked on them.
Then, suddenly: bulls. Hundreds of them.
The great, brown beasts were everywhere, shouldering each other and stampeding down the streets. Autor was clearly surprised by them, but he was even more surprised by his ability to scamper up a lamppost. The air beneath him stirred--and stank--as the horned, lumbering cows rushed past.
Autor watched as the animals eventually settled, mooing and pawing at the ground. He saw Fakir and Duck, too, speaking to each other amongst them, but Autor was too far away to overhear their conversation. He was a little more concerned about getting down from his post than them, anyway, and he was fairly certain he was allergic to the animals below him.
Femio, Autor thought viciously, his lip curled in a snarl for the boy who often allowed himself to be stampeded by bulls to, "punish this sinner!"
That idiot!
Autor was trapped for two hours.
Then, suddenly: bulls. Hundreds of them.
The great, brown beasts were everywhere, shouldering each other and stampeding down the streets. Autor was clearly surprised by them, but he was even more surprised by his ability to scamper up a lamppost. The air beneath him stirred--and stank--as the horned, lumbering cows rushed past.
Autor watched as the animals eventually settled, mooing and pawing at the ground. He saw Fakir and Duck, too, speaking to each other amongst them, but Autor was too far away to overhear their conversation. He was a little more concerned about getting down from his post than them, anyway, and he was fairly certain he was allergic to the animals below him.
Femio, Autor thought viciously, his lip curled in a snarl for the boy who often allowed himself to be stampeded by bulls to, "punish this sinner!"
That idiot!
Autor was trapped for two hours.