So if these images disturb you, if they tear at your heart and eat at you don't just sit there. Don't just stand by and allow yourself to become desensitized to the horrors that go on around you!
Showing posts with label tiger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tiger. Show all posts
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Disturbed
I believe in watching (and reading) things that disturb me, because if I am not disturbed by watching a little girl lying in the street after being run over by two vans whose drivers didn't care and passersby just stare and walk on or seeing a tiger trapped and dying of starvation/dehydration while its habitat is destroyed just miles from it or reading the numbers tattooed on the arm of a Jewish child in a concentration camp then I am no longer moved to action. I am no longer the person I want to be if these things no longer bother me.
So if these images disturb you, if they tear at your heart and eat at you don't just sit there. Don't just stand by and allow yourself to become desensitized to the horrors that go on around you!
So if these images disturb you, if they tear at your heart and eat at you don't just sit there. Don't just stand by and allow yourself to become desensitized to the horrors that go on around you!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Things I didn't find until after I had already posted. ^^
In China, Eleven RARE Siberian Tigers have died from starvation. This is devastating news for this endangered species.
www.csmonitor.com/From-the-news-wires/2010/0313/Siberian-tigers-starved-to-death-in-Chinese-Zoo
A Photo for the Day: This is a picture of, my SECOND favorite president, President Barack Obama steps off the stage after speaking about health care reform on Monday at Walter F. Ehrnfelt Recreation and Senior Center in Strongsville, Ohio.
An ancient skull, belonging to a type of meat-eating amphibian, was found near the Pittsburgh International Airport!
www.livescience.com/animals/early-terrestrial-fossil-amphibian-100315.html
Scientists have discovered that there is INDEED life beneath the Ice in Antarctica.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100315/ap_on_sc/us_sci_antarctica_sea_life
Let's support this!! It is a new device to help protect women from Rape. Read the article and leave me comments!!
http://www.antirape.co.za/intro.htm
An Estonian Singer singing about Tea Parties... ^^
Kerli - Tea Party - Official Music Video
KERLI | MySpace Music Videos
www.csmonitor.com/From-the-news-wires/2010/0313/Siberian-tigers-starved-to-death-in-Chinese-Zoo
A Photo for the Day: This is a picture of, my SECOND favorite president, President Barack Obama steps off the stage after speaking about health care reform on Monday at Walter F. Ehrnfelt Recreation and Senior Center in Strongsville, Ohio.
An ancient skull, belonging to a type of meat-eating amphibian, was found near the Pittsburgh International Airport!
www.livescience.com/animals/early-terrestrial-fossil-amphibian-100315.html
Scientists have discovered that there is INDEED life beneath the Ice in Antarctica.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100315/ap_on_sc/us_sci_antarctica_sea_life
Let's support this!! It is a new device to help protect women from Rape. Read the article and leave me comments!!
http://www.antirape.co.za/intro.htm
An Estonian Singer singing about Tea Parties... ^^
Kerli - Tea Party - Official Music Video
KERLI | MySpace Music Videos
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Jeremy (AKA: The Massive Pic Blog)
Pearl Jam's "Jeremy". Good Song, I had never heard it before today, but thanks to Fawn and Donnie I have and I like it a lot. Let's see what you guys think. ^^
Hooray Pictures!! Enjoy!!
This is a Kitty TOY, not an actual Kitty... but it is SO cute!! ^^
This is Adolf Hitler as a baby. Such a serious baby, don't you think? Who knew he would grow up to kill millions of people?
This is a Black footed Ferret. And they are almost extinct. They are the only ferrets native to the United States and are rapidly decreasing. They were actually thought extinct until one day a shepherd dog brought one to its owner.
This is a Chinese Dog. She adopted those tiger cubs that were abandoned by their mother. I think it is SO sweet that she is nursing them with her own puppies!
This is what happens when a Leopard decides to attack a Porcupine.
Marilyn Monroe as a young woman named Norma Jean.
For those of you who don't know, this is making a joke about the fact that the only person whose career survived Star Wars was Harrison Ford's. Well everyone still had a career but NONE of them became nearly as famous.
Poor Dorothy!
Polar Bear Attack!!
Princess Leia Rocks my Socks
The Cast of Star Wars. The only person missing is Anthony Daniels who played C3-PO (human cyborg relations)
Princess Leia got GROPED!!
My beautiful Marilyn Monroe
And now a Recipe!
BANANA BREAD WAFFLES
1 3/4 cups Flour
2 tsp Baking Powder
1 1/2 tbsp Sugar
1/2 tsp Salt
1/4 tsp Baking Soda
1 Tbsp Cinnamon
1 pinch of Freshly Grated Nutmeg
3 Eggs
2 sticks Butter, melted
1 1/2 cups Buttermilk
1/2 tbsp Vanilla
3 Ripe Bananas, chopped
1/2 cup Pecans, toasted and chopped
In a large bowl whisk first 7 ingredients together.
In a small bowl mix eggs, butter, buttermilk and vanilla. Add in bananas
Add the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir..but don't over stir. It is good to have lumps. Fold in the pecans.
Cook according to your waffle iron directions.
Top with sliced bananas and chopped pecans if desired!
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Eleven)
Current mood: Artistic
Chapter Eleven: Finding the Wicked Bitch of the West
After they had helped Trent feed the exotic animals, and Sarai almost got eaten by the lesbian tiger (and not in a good way mind you), Trent kept his promise and gave them food and a place to sleep. The next morning, he gave them a good meal and a map to the Bitch’s castle. Wishing them good luck he gently shoved them out the door and into the Forest of Screeching Fan-girls.
“How far does the map say the castle is from here?” whispered Pomme, clinging to Gackt’s arm.
“Um, a long ways. Dude, I don’t even friggin’ know how to read a map!” exclaimed Sarai, shoving the map at Yo.
“It says we are about 15 miles from the castle. That’s not far.”
“Oh my god, my feet are going to fall off, I swear.” Cried Pomme.
“Do you suppose the fan-girls will come out and devour our souls?” asked Miyavi, shaking a little as he aimed his shovel.
“Fan-girls don’t eat souls, silly. They’ll just kiss you until you die of dehydration. It’s a bit messy though. Dehydration that is, kissing is nice.” Replied Sarai, pushing the shovel back down to Miyavi’s side.
“They are right where I want them.” Whispered Twink to Hiroto. She looked again into the crystal triangle, then pressed her “Meat is Murder” button.
Immediately a horde of flying platypi filled the sky, robotic arms affixed to their bodies so that they could grasp and carry things. Hiroto prepared his miniature flying contraption and awaited his orders.
“Bring me the girls, do what you like with the others, but make sure the girls are brought to me alive. I need them alive so I can get the shoes off intact. Now fly, FLY!”
With a loud woosh, the horde of platypi took off, following the lead of their leader, Hiroto the flying chipmunk.
Meanwhile, the group had stopped for a break, snacking on some of the food Trent had packed for them. The sky above them began to darken as it filled with screaming platypi.
“Oh shit, not again!” screamed Pomme.
“Save Pomme, she has the shoes!” cried Sarai, pushing Gackt and Yo toward Pomme and grabbing Miyavi’s shovel. She began to swing the shovel back and forth so as to hit the platypi, but was quickly overwhelmed and swept up by big robotic arms.
“Sarai!” screamed Pomme, trying to escape the guys’ arms to try and rescue her friend.
Quickly the swarm was upon them, clawing and tearing the men off of Pomme and dragging her up into the sky. Just as quickly hordes of screaming fan-girls came rushing out of the forest to help the platypi, dragging the men to their nests buried deep in the darkness.
“No!” cried Pomme. “Guys! Oh god, I’m afraid of heights! Oh god, oh god!” And with that, she was swept away with Sarai to the Wicked Bitch’s Castle.
Once they arrived at the castle they were immediately taken into custody by the Bitch’s loyal fan-girls. They separated Sarai and Pomme, shoving Sarai into a large wicker coffin and Pomme into a dismal dungeon.
With a flash of stupidity and sexually transmitted disease, Twink appeared to Pomme.
“So, my pretty, you want to give me those shoes now?” she said, munching on some half cooked steak.
“First of all, that is disgusting. Secondly, hell no. What have you done with my Sarai?”
“Oh, she’ll be fine, as long as you give me the shoes. If you don’t, I’ll have her and her wicker coffin thrown into the river to drown. So, what will it be? Living Sarai or Dead Sarai?”
“That’s not fair!” screamed Pomme. “You can’t kill a living being over a pair of shoes!”
“Oh, but I can! And I will if you don’t hand them over.” Twink made a signal for Sarai in her wicker coffin to be brought into the room.
“Don’t do it Pomme! Don’t give her the shoes. hide told you that they were magical, don’t take them off!” screamed Sarai, fighting against the wicker.
“But she’ll kill you!” cried Pomme, fighting back tears and the urge to rip those, now, hateful shoes off of her feet. “Take the shoes, just don’t kill my Toto!”
“I AM NOT YOUR TOTO!” screamed Sarai, tearing at the wicker with her non-existent nails.
“Good, good.” Exclaimed Twink, but as she reached for the shoes a guitar chord played causing her to be flung back in shock.
“I’m sorry!” cried Pomme. “It wasn’t my fault, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt Sarai!”
Recovering from her shock, Twink turned to the fan-girls.
“Take her and drown her in the river.”
Just as she proclaimed Sarai’s death sentence, Sarai broke through the wicker and ran. Running with all of her might she fled the castle and found her way back to the forest of screaming fan-girls.
“Gackt? Miyavi? Yo? Anyone who isn’t a psychotic fan-girl who will tear me limb from limb?” whispered Sarai. In the darkness she heard a low moan coming from under a pile of brush.
Underneath the pile was Miyavi, one straw arm dangling helplessly at his side. A few feet away was Yo, draped over a tree branch, some blood on his face and a couple of yards from them was Gackt, tied to a tree.
“Oh my god! What did they do to you?!” cried Sarai, running to help her friends.
“Well they thought that since I was only made of straw it wouldn’t hurt anything to tear me apart!” cried Miyavi, clumsily standing and trying to fix his arm.
“They decided that because I was only a lion I didn’t matter and they left me to be eaten by the flying platypi.” Said Yo, finding enough strength to remove himself from the tree’s woody embrace and stumble over to help Miyavi with his arm.
“They apparently decided that I would be a sacrifice to their goddess’ lusts and tied me here so I wouldn’t escape.” Said Gackt as Sarai began to untie him.
“Twink has Pomme and I don’t know what will happen if we don’t get there in time. We have to hurry.” And with great urgency the group took off toward Twink’s castle to rescue their beloved Pomegranate.
Chapter Eleven: Finding the Wicked Bitch of the West
After they had helped Trent feed the exotic animals, and Sarai almost got eaten by the lesbian tiger (and not in a good way mind you), Trent kept his promise and gave them food and a place to sleep. The next morning, he gave them a good meal and a map to the Bitch’s castle. Wishing them good luck he gently shoved them out the door and into the Forest of Screeching Fan-girls.
“How far does the map say the castle is from here?” whispered Pomme, clinging to Gackt’s arm.
“Um, a long ways. Dude, I don’t even friggin’ know how to read a map!” exclaimed Sarai, shoving the map at Yo.
“It says we are about 15 miles from the castle. That’s not far.”
“Oh my god, my feet are going to fall off, I swear.” Cried Pomme.
“Do you suppose the fan-girls will come out and devour our souls?” asked Miyavi, shaking a little as he aimed his shovel.
“Fan-girls don’t eat souls, silly. They’ll just kiss you until you die of dehydration. It’s a bit messy though. Dehydration that is, kissing is nice.” Replied Sarai, pushing the shovel back down to Miyavi’s side.
“They are right where I want them.” Whispered Twink to Hiroto. She looked again into the crystal triangle, then pressed her “Meat is Murder” button.
Immediately a horde of flying platypi filled the sky, robotic arms affixed to their bodies so that they could grasp and carry things. Hiroto prepared his miniature flying contraption and awaited his orders.
“Bring me the girls, do what you like with the others, but make sure the girls are brought to me alive. I need them alive so I can get the shoes off intact. Now fly, FLY!”
With a loud woosh, the horde of platypi took off, following the lead of their leader, Hiroto the flying chipmunk.
Meanwhile, the group had stopped for a break, snacking on some of the food Trent had packed for them. The sky above them began to darken as it filled with screaming platypi.
“Oh shit, not again!” screamed Pomme.
“Save Pomme, she has the shoes!” cried Sarai, pushing Gackt and Yo toward Pomme and grabbing Miyavi’s shovel. She began to swing the shovel back and forth so as to hit the platypi, but was quickly overwhelmed and swept up by big robotic arms.
“Sarai!” screamed Pomme, trying to escape the guys’ arms to try and rescue her friend.
Quickly the swarm was upon them, clawing and tearing the men off of Pomme and dragging her up into the sky. Just as quickly hordes of screaming fan-girls came rushing out of the forest to help the platypi, dragging the men to their nests buried deep in the darkness.
“No!” cried Pomme. “Guys! Oh god, I’m afraid of heights! Oh god, oh god!” And with that, she was swept away with Sarai to the Wicked Bitch’s Castle.
Once they arrived at the castle they were immediately taken into custody by the Bitch’s loyal fan-girls. They separated Sarai and Pomme, shoving Sarai into a large wicker coffin and Pomme into a dismal dungeon.
With a flash of stupidity and sexually transmitted disease, Twink appeared to Pomme.
“So, my pretty, you want to give me those shoes now?” she said, munching on some half cooked steak.
“First of all, that is disgusting. Secondly, hell no. What have you done with my Sarai?”
“Oh, she’ll be fine, as long as you give me the shoes. If you don’t, I’ll have her and her wicker coffin thrown into the river to drown. So, what will it be? Living Sarai or Dead Sarai?”
“That’s not fair!” screamed Pomme. “You can’t kill a living being over a pair of shoes!”
“Oh, but I can! And I will if you don’t hand them over.” Twink made a signal for Sarai in her wicker coffin to be brought into the room.
“Don’t do it Pomme! Don’t give her the shoes. hide told you that they were magical, don’t take them off!” screamed Sarai, fighting against the wicker.
“But she’ll kill you!” cried Pomme, fighting back tears and the urge to rip those, now, hateful shoes off of her feet. “Take the shoes, just don’t kill my Toto!”
“I AM NOT YOUR TOTO!” screamed Sarai, tearing at the wicker with her non-existent nails.
“Good, good.” Exclaimed Twink, but as she reached for the shoes a guitar chord played causing her to be flung back in shock.
“I’m sorry!” cried Pomme. “It wasn’t my fault, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt Sarai!”
Recovering from her shock, Twink turned to the fan-girls.
“Take her and drown her in the river.”
Just as she proclaimed Sarai’s death sentence, Sarai broke through the wicker and ran. Running with all of her might she fled the castle and found her way back to the forest of screaming fan-girls.
“Gackt? Miyavi? Yo? Anyone who isn’t a psychotic fan-girl who will tear me limb from limb?” whispered Sarai. In the darkness she heard a low moan coming from under a pile of brush.
Underneath the pile was Miyavi, one straw arm dangling helplessly at his side. A few feet away was Yo, draped over a tree branch, some blood on his face and a couple of yards from them was Gackt, tied to a tree.
“Oh my god! What did they do to you?!” cried Sarai, running to help her friends.
“Well they thought that since I was only made of straw it wouldn’t hurt anything to tear me apart!” cried Miyavi, clumsily standing and trying to fix his arm.
“They decided that because I was only a lion I didn’t matter and they left me to be eaten by the flying platypi.” Said Yo, finding enough strength to remove himself from the tree’s woody embrace and stumble over to help Miyavi with his arm.
“They apparently decided that I would be a sacrifice to their goddess’ lusts and tied me here so I wouldn’t escape.” Said Gackt as Sarai began to untie him.
“Twink has Pomme and I don’t know what will happen if we don’t get there in time. We have to hurry.” And with great urgency the group took off toward Twink’s castle to rescue their beloved Pomegranate.
J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Ten)
Current mood: Awake
Chapter Ten: An Impossibly Possible Mission
Inside the Wizard’s castle it was quite dark, the hall only lit by tiny electric candles. There were very tall windows, but they were draped with heavy black curtains to block out even the tiniest light from outside the building.
“How are we going to find the wizard from here?” whispered Pomme.
“I have no clue, but we’ll find him. It couldn’t possibly be…” started Sarai.
“You know, every time you say it couldn’t possibly be that hard it turns out to be, so just be quiet.” Exclaimed Pomme.
“Sh!” complained the group.
They skipped down the hallway, trying to find a way to the wizard. At one point they stopped at the end of another excruciatingly long hallway, waiting a moment to figure everything out.
“So, what do you think you’re doing here?” asked a voice behind them. Upon hearing this voice they all jumped and turned around to discover a tall man with glasses, dressed like a guard, directly behind them.
“What are you doing here?” repeated the man.
“Um, we are here to help the Wizard.” said Pomme.
“With what? I wasn’t notified of any assistance being needed.” Replied the man.
“We are his hairstylists.” Sarai piped up.
“His hairstylists? This late? Why?”
“Well, have you seen his hair recently?” scoffed Pomme.
“What are your names?” asked the Man, trying to look very stern, but clearly getting bored.
“I’m Pomegranate, this is Sarai, Miyavi, Gackt and Yo.”
“Pomegranate? Your name is Pomegranate?” the man stifled a guffaw.
“Yes it is. You have a problem with that?”
“Nope, just laughing at your name meaning Cursed Evil Fruit. Follow me.” With a quick turn the man began to escort the group down a nearby hallway.
“What’s your name? If you don’t mind my asking?” said Sarai, catching up with the man.
“Trent.”
“Do you like working for the wizard, Trent?” asked Gackt.
“Not really. I mean I spend my entire time trying to figure out who is a guy and who is a girl that I just continuously feel like I’m getting penis wagged in my face.”
Sarai and Pomme stifled a giggle, both of them turning bright red.
“Did he just say what I think he just said?” whispered Pomme, pulling Sarai back behind the group of men.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” Giggled Sarai.
After a short while, Trent led the group into the receiving room of the castle. Directing them toward some seats he quietly exited and was gone for about ten minutes before returning for the group.
“He says he will see you, though he doesn’t recall sending for you guys.” At this Trent shrugged and led the group into the throne room where he then promptly left closing the large and ornate doors loudly behind him.
“So,” a loud voice boomed. “You are not my real hairstylists. Why have you come here?”
“If it please your wizardness,” began Pomme “We were told to come to here by hide, the good witch or fairy or whatever he is of the North. At least I think it was the North.”
“Ah, so hide sent you, did he. Where is your proof?” asked the voice.
“Well, they are on my feet. Unfortunately. Do you know how much of a pain it is to try and run from flying platypi in nine inch electric blue heels?” replied Pomme.
“No, but I can imagine it would be rather hard.” Said the voice. “So you have the shoes of the Wicked Bitch of the East. Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s about it.” Said Sarai.
“What is it that you want exactly?” asked the voice.
“We want to go home,” said Pomme, pointing at herself and Sarai. “I don’t know what they want, I think they just came along for the cute factor.”
“Hmm, interesting. Well, for you to get home you need to complete a task for me.”
“What might that be?” asked Sarai, worry creeping up her spine.
“Oh nothing to big. I just need the Wicked Bitch of the West’s ‘Meat is Murder’ button.” Replied the voice.
“But to get that we would have to coming in touching distance of her!” cried an outraged Gackt. “And who in their right mind wants to do that?!”
“SILENCE!” commanded the voice, booming so loud that the room shook, knocking Pomme off her heels and onto her ass.
“You must bring me the button or else you go directly to the police. Do it and I will help you get home.” Then the voice faded and refused to answer any other questions.
“Well shit.” Said Sarai, helping Pomme back up to her feet. “What do we do now?”
“I guess we go to find the Bitch’s castle and get that button. Or else you guys will be stuck here.” Said Yoshiki, fiddling with his tail. “Truth be told guys I don’t want you to go. We could just find a nice abandoned cottage somewhere and live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“I’d be up for it, but who would feed Shakespeare?” said Sarai.
“Shakespeare?” asked Gackt, Yo and Miyavi in unison.
“Her creepy snake.” Replied Pomme.
“He is NOT creepy. He is a magnificent albino king cobra that I got while visiting a cousin of mine in India.” Said Sarai, getting slightly huffy.
“Your parents let you have a COBRA?!” exclaimed Yo.
“Well, no. I don’t have any parents. And besides, I’m an adult, I can take care of myself thank you. I’ve never been bitten.” Replied Sarai.
“Okay, for your own safety I’m afraid we’ll have to either keep you here or go back with you.” Said Gackt.
“Okay, enough of this chit-chat. We have to get to the Wicked Bitch’s castle and we don’t even know where it is!” said Miyavi.
“Not only that, but I’m starving and exhausted!” said Pomme. “We haven’t slept almost since we got here, except for passing out and being trapped in the Pink Room at the Welcome center!”
“I agree with Pomme. We need to find a place to sleep and get some food.” Said Yo, being the adult of the group.
“I think I can help you with that!” said a voice. They turned around and found Trent standing by the ornate doors. “I can actually help you find the Bitch’s castle too. I have a map. I’ll give you guys some food and a place to sleep tonight if you will do me a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” asked Pomme with trepidation.
“I need someone to help me with feed the animals around here before we all go to bed.”
“Oh well that shouldn’t be…” started Sarai.
“Don’t even THINK about finishing that sentence, Sarai.” Interrupted the rest of the group.
“How many animals are there?” asked Gackt.
“Only five. One man-eating rabbit, one lesbian tiger, one de-winged flying platypi, a fire-breathing cow and a unicorn.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you got these animals.” Said Pomme.
“Can I have the tiger?!” quipped Sarai.
“Hell No!” exclaimed Yo and with that they followed Trent to the animal houses.
Chapter Ten: An Impossibly Possible Mission
Inside the Wizard’s castle it was quite dark, the hall only lit by tiny electric candles. There were very tall windows, but they were draped with heavy black curtains to block out even the tiniest light from outside the building.
“How are we going to find the wizard from here?” whispered Pomme.
“I have no clue, but we’ll find him. It couldn’t possibly be…” started Sarai.
“You know, every time you say it couldn’t possibly be that hard it turns out to be, so just be quiet.” Exclaimed Pomme.
“Sh!” complained the group.
They skipped down the hallway, trying to find a way to the wizard. At one point they stopped at the end of another excruciatingly long hallway, waiting a moment to figure everything out.
“So, what do you think you’re doing here?” asked a voice behind them. Upon hearing this voice they all jumped and turned around to discover a tall man with glasses, dressed like a guard, directly behind them.
“What are you doing here?” repeated the man.
“Um, we are here to help the Wizard.” said Pomme.
“With what? I wasn’t notified of any assistance being needed.” Replied the man.
“We are his hairstylists.” Sarai piped up.
“His hairstylists? This late? Why?”
“Well, have you seen his hair recently?” scoffed Pomme.
“What are your names?” asked the Man, trying to look very stern, but clearly getting bored.
“I’m Pomegranate, this is Sarai, Miyavi, Gackt and Yo.”
“Pomegranate? Your name is Pomegranate?” the man stifled a guffaw.
“Yes it is. You have a problem with that?”
“Nope, just laughing at your name meaning Cursed Evil Fruit. Follow me.” With a quick turn the man began to escort the group down a nearby hallway.
“What’s your name? If you don’t mind my asking?” said Sarai, catching up with the man.
“Trent.”
“Do you like working for the wizard, Trent?” asked Gackt.
“Not really. I mean I spend my entire time trying to figure out who is a guy and who is a girl that I just continuously feel like I’m getting penis wagged in my face.”
Sarai and Pomme stifled a giggle, both of them turning bright red.
“Did he just say what I think he just said?” whispered Pomme, pulling Sarai back behind the group of men.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did.” Giggled Sarai.
After a short while, Trent led the group into the receiving room of the castle. Directing them toward some seats he quietly exited and was gone for about ten minutes before returning for the group.
“He says he will see you, though he doesn’t recall sending for you guys.” At this Trent shrugged and led the group into the throne room where he then promptly left closing the large and ornate doors loudly behind him.
“So,” a loud voice boomed. “You are not my real hairstylists. Why have you come here?”
“If it please your wizardness,” began Pomme “We were told to come to here by hide, the good witch or fairy or whatever he is of the North. At least I think it was the North.”
“Ah, so hide sent you, did he. Where is your proof?” asked the voice.
“Well, they are on my feet. Unfortunately. Do you know how much of a pain it is to try and run from flying platypi in nine inch electric blue heels?” replied Pomme.
“No, but I can imagine it would be rather hard.” Said the voice. “So you have the shoes of the Wicked Bitch of the East. Anything else?”
“Nope, that’s about it.” Said Sarai.
“What is it that you want exactly?” asked the voice.
“We want to go home,” said Pomme, pointing at herself and Sarai. “I don’t know what they want, I think they just came along for the cute factor.”
“Hmm, interesting. Well, for you to get home you need to complete a task for me.”
“What might that be?” asked Sarai, worry creeping up her spine.
“Oh nothing to big. I just need the Wicked Bitch of the West’s ‘Meat is Murder’ button.” Replied the voice.
“But to get that we would have to coming in touching distance of her!” cried an outraged Gackt. “And who in their right mind wants to do that?!”
“SILENCE!” commanded the voice, booming so loud that the room shook, knocking Pomme off her heels and onto her ass.
“You must bring me the button or else you go directly to the police. Do it and I will help you get home.” Then the voice faded and refused to answer any other questions.
“Well shit.” Said Sarai, helping Pomme back up to her feet. “What do we do now?”
“I guess we go to find the Bitch’s castle and get that button. Or else you guys will be stuck here.” Said Yoshiki, fiddling with his tail. “Truth be told guys I don’t want you to go. We could just find a nice abandoned cottage somewhere and live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“I’d be up for it, but who would feed Shakespeare?” said Sarai.
“Shakespeare?” asked Gackt, Yo and Miyavi in unison.
“Her creepy snake.” Replied Pomme.
“He is NOT creepy. He is a magnificent albino king cobra that I got while visiting a cousin of mine in India.” Said Sarai, getting slightly huffy.
“Your parents let you have a COBRA?!” exclaimed Yo.
“Well, no. I don’t have any parents. And besides, I’m an adult, I can take care of myself thank you. I’ve never been bitten.” Replied Sarai.
“Okay, for your own safety I’m afraid we’ll have to either keep you here or go back with you.” Said Gackt.
“Okay, enough of this chit-chat. We have to get to the Wicked Bitch’s castle and we don’t even know where it is!” said Miyavi.
“Not only that, but I’m starving and exhausted!” said Pomme. “We haven’t slept almost since we got here, except for passing out and being trapped in the Pink Room at the Welcome center!”
“I agree with Pomme. We need to find a place to sleep and get some food.” Said Yo, being the adult of the group.
“I think I can help you with that!” said a voice. They turned around and found Trent standing by the ornate doors. “I can actually help you find the Bitch’s castle too. I have a map. I’ll give you guys some food and a place to sleep tonight if you will do me a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” asked Pomme with trepidation.
“I need someone to help me with feed the animals around here before we all go to bed.”
“Oh well that shouldn’t be…” started Sarai.
“Don’t even THINK about finishing that sentence, Sarai.” Interrupted the rest of the group.
“How many animals are there?” asked Gackt.
“Only five. One man-eating rabbit, one lesbian tiger, one de-winged flying platypi, a fire-breathing cow and a unicorn.”
“I’m not even going to ask how you got these animals.” Said Pomme.
“Can I have the tiger?!” quipped Sarai.
“Hell No!” exclaimed Yo and with that they followed Trent to the animal houses.
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