Message-ID: <thomas.944167020@bubba> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: FTSD (Belated): 3. From: email@example.com (Rollin Thomas) Lines: 49 Date: 2 Dec 99 20:37:00 GMT X-Complaints-To: firstname.lastname@example.org X-Trace: news.ou.edu 944167039 18.104.22.168 (Thu, 02 Dec 1999 14:37:19 CST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 14:37:19 CST Organization: The University of Oklahoma Madam was a formerly auspicious woman who boasted that she had accompanied none other than the great lunatic Norton I (Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico) to plays and restaurants during her lengthy tenure in California. Her centennial beauty dried up at some point and she found herself penniless and without letters, forgotten and most of all unloved. Believing the deep Pacific had finally made off with her grace after years of coveting it, Madam fled inland through mining town after mining town, offering her entourage of imported wenches to lonely men far from home. Platillo ended her exodus, for there her sense of a wasted past subsided. Given to frightful fits of frank biliousness, Madam would hurl vicious invectives and insults at her faithful and dutiful working women. One such fit took place immediately after the abrupt disappearance of the mysterious Professor Xerxes. Disturbed by the arrival of a freshly killed rabbit, ostensibly left as a joke by the old illusionist, she refused to examine it. If she had she would have noticed the absence of any bullet holes or even cuts. Her rampage (which included the hurling of candles and silverware) prevented cerebral reflection upon the fact that Professor Xerxes could not have possibly procured the animal. She was certain the teenage mail clerk that had become affectionate toward one of the younger whores had conspired to make a fool of her. Bitter, perhaps because the connection between the two young people reminded her of the absence of good love in her life, she took a threatening knife from the kitchen and scored the cheek of the young cocotte. Cornelius Cook, the mail clerk with little to do, grabbed hold of the overweight flesh-proprietor and stabbed her deeply with the knife. As she exhaled her final breath, her collection of loose women gathered around to watch her expire. Cook dragged her away from the whorehouse to the edge of the forest and placed her on the ground. He broke the ground with his shovel and dumped her considerable body in. As soon as he had covered her with a thin layer of dirt, tarantulas began to crawl up the grave. First a few, then a dozen, then dozens of dozens until the grave filled with their twitching legs and glassy eyes. Disgusted, Cornelius Cook ran back to the hotel and hid in the bed. The next morning, he looked out the window to see that the grave of the Madam had become a small hill. Rather than wonder why the hill had begun to rise at her grave, Cornelius Cook realized that a town of twenty women and two men would never grow. So as the snows thawed and his wife's belly grew full with a child like the pregnant hill, Cook set out to recruit eighteen men to reify the town of Platillo. -- Rollin C. Thomas - email@example.com - www.nhn.ou.edu/~thomas "Good job, You. Now back to work."