Rhingaul Grasper's Adventures
thinking it was done in our favor
we quickly found that it had neither
been rehersted or a proper procedure
to evade it's occurrence: had been
sequensed into a plan for
evasive action.
i paused to think, knowing
this animal could destroy us all!
I never losted focus of defending myself:
me heart rate remained steady, yet I felt uneasy:
I felt certain that all was doomed! When the head of the beast lowered
I moved only to grab my defence, I aimed it at the animal
who looked me in the eye.
The first move I fired! Those who took company with me
sighed in relief of this event
had ending: one we all could live to talk about.
and talk about they did, it reached the morning papers.
The animal we encountered in the dusting hours of evening
was a male bisson, who was ready to attack and destroy us.
The picture on the front page, never mentioned my name and I often wondered why.
To this day, and up until this very minute, I hated the author and the photographer.
But when I heard a ghost Buffluo had been seen wondering
the plains of Montana I knew it was the Ghost of
Diliffridintou" the Sinister Buffalo" and the Savage Native Medication Man
"Dark Skeleton". I talked to Alheira Catavino who had
devised a plan to capture these ghost and send them back to the Spirit world.
To fight evil we need evil: might the words of Satan Wise: the harlot of the Devil speak to these god fearers, that they might understand the importance of being unafraid.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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