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- Path: sparky!uunet!canetoad!annie
- From: annie@canetoad.UUCP (Picasso-puss)
- Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
- Subject: How The Grendel Stole Christmas
- Distribution: world
- Message-ID: <annie.0526@canetoad.UUCP>
- Date: 31 Dec 92 13:48:11 EDT
- Organization: The Satellite of Love
- Lines: 88
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- The moon gyrated like the jewel in a belly dancer's midriff.
- It wiggled and winked in its orbit around the earth.
-
- Grendel sailed past the moon, perched on a gigantic aluminum
- baseball bat. Grendel saluted the wobbling orb, adjusted a
- stocking hung over one shoulder. The bat turned east and
- dipped down toward the earth, headed for an island off the
- shores of New York City.
-
- "God, I love this job."
-
- * * *
-
- Grendel waved the stocking, which was heavy and lumpy with booty.
-
- "And what do *you* want for Christmas?"
-
- The inmate stared, hypnotized no doubt by the fierce energy
- radiating from within the red, double-breasted suit, the sheen
- in Grendel's eyes. "I...uh--"
-
- "NO. What do you *really* want? What need is so significant
- that you gladly laid down your WORLD and drew a knife
- across its throat? You're NOTHING!" Grendel roared. "So what
- are you nothing *without*?" Grendel leaned forward and
- breathed in the inmate's face. Softly: "Tell me the key
- to your rage."
-
- The inmate paled, shook.
-
- "I want a vault of sky." The prisoner looked at Grendel's face
- and swallowed. "An autumn sky in a big vault, with a lock and
- a key and a combination, so I'll know it's always there for me."
- By way of explanation, he muttered "I lost it when I was a child,
- and I haven't been able to find it since."
-
- "So let me see if I understand. Your brother locked you in a shed?"
-
- The inmate's jaw went slack. "How...?"
-
- "And it was autumn, with the sky blushing blue--embarrassed
- by the shocking colors of the rolling forests?"
-
- The inmate nodded dumbly.
-
- "And you screamed and kicked and cried, but he wouldn't let you
- out of the shed. So you dug a hole under the door, but by the
- time you got out, it was dark outside. And the sky has never
- been so blue again."
-
- Grendel reached into the stocking. "Pathetically significant. You
- people need to lighten up, smash some fine china, relax a little.
- You get..." Grendel'arm sank deeper, finally surfacing with
- "...a can of Hormel Microwaveable Chili. Merry Christmas, my friend.
- NEXT!"
-
- And so it went:
-
- "Aw. You've always wanted to dress up in women's shoes with stiletto
- heels? Why, you get this pointy, dangerous Christmas tree ornament!"
-
- "You say your mother beat you with a walking stick? Here's a
- candy cane."
-
- "Twizzlers for the man who didn't pay his parking tickets!"
-
- Each gift more dazzlingly inappropriate than the last.
-
- A paste-on tattoo.
- A glow-in-the-dark rubber lizard.
- A nine foot paper garland in an impossibly small package.
-
- At last the stocking was empty.
-
- "It's been a lovely time. But if I don't leave now, my bat will
- turn into a jagged-edged pumpkin knife. Hell of a way to travel."
-
- * * *
-
- And they heard Grendel exclaim, as the bat faded from sight,
- "Next year I think I'll try San Quentin."
-
- --
- Annie
- and a happy new year to you all
-
- ...uunet!canetoad!annie canetoad!annie@uunet.uu.net
-
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