You'd think the smell of freshly burnt gunpowder in a forest full of large deer wouldn't be particularly notable, but the circumstances behind this firing are much more odd than most oft think. For, you see, the one firing their armament was no man, or at that, human. This time, a large, sentient Barbie doll in full camouflage, bedecked with spare ammunition, was the one behind the trigger. But how could such be possible?
The story began on a quiet winter's day, out in the open countryside. A little girl living with her family had left her Barbie in the kitchen, where her mother was cooking. Her mother had a reputation as being the worst chef known to man, with the exaggeration not being too far from the truth. The girl's Barbie fell into a vat of what was supposed to be mashed potatoes but seemed more like toxic waste, and the effects of the strange and alien brew were immediate - the doll was flung from the pot and stirred to life, growing to the size of a fully grown adult woman.
Several years passed, and the living doll came to realize her passion for hunting. It's a good thing, that, since she was a far superior cook as well. Every night she would venture into the deer-filled woods only a mile away and bring back big kills, all with plenty of juicy meat ripe for the stew-pot. She always aimed for the highest point buck she could find, and only once missed her mark when a doe got in the way. It would be happy times for the lot of them, with food abundant.
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