
Editor: Josh White
Is it dead?
Look!
The chicken's head, still in perfect condition.
I wish to gloat about the baby goat we passed in the Chinese Village.
And the baby pig with its wrinkled snout,
when we left, I started to pout.
Without the pipes, something in the toilet moves, off the walls, peas bounce.
Yipes! Like a tiger's pounce.
"Stupid white boy!" says Mr. Mok, the store keeper, for he spent 80$
on a pocket clock (not to mention any names Will)
A.J. forgot to take his pill and
Mrs. Hanson got a little ill.
K.F.C we really want.
In the room next door Jason (Chainsaw dude) haunt.
Hardee, har, har that's a summary of our trip so far!
Author : Roanna Kong
Date : Wednesday 16 April 1997
Location : The Fur Market, near the Terracotta
Warrior Museum
Perspective writing: A bobcat skin to be sold in the Fur Market
Slurp, slurp. The cool water of the lake splashes gently against me. It trickles down and disappears, evaporating from the combined power of my heat and that of the Sun's.
A blast echoes through the air, and something buries itself in my flesh, forcing bright red blood to well up from within me. Death encircles me, mocking me as I lose my battle to him, and I slip away.
A multi-colored ape whips out a gleaming claw and hacks me away, leaving only the raw stinking corpse of bobcat, sweltering in the sun. They bind my limbs to twin poles of wood, and shouldering it, bear me to a darkened enclosure. Hooked claws rip away strips of flesh, swollen from soaking in a pot of warm water, and only the purified version of me remains. I dangle through the night, taking no joy in the starlight I can not see.
Early next morning, as the sun's light just begins to caress the hills, I am hurled rudely into the bowels of a strange, square animal, and carted away. I am jostled violently from side to side, richocheting off the interior of the beast's belly. The beast seems to be bucking and rearing as if possessed, roaring and screeching for all it was worth. I have no recollection of how long I had to silently bear this torture, and was beginning to believe that this would go on until eternity.
Finally, a ray of light pierced the reign of darkness, widening until it entirely encompassed the belly of the animal. Yanked out of the bowels by the ape's corpse hand, they toted me to a rack where animals who had had the same fate as mine hung. Joining them, I was suspended only by the tips of my twin fangs, a homage to the cruel ruthlessness that was empowered by these moronic and multicolored apes.
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