The main event!

61 12 6
                                    

When returning home from a long day's work, I stumbled upon something most unsightly. A wild boar and a lightbulb were engaging in the popular card game Go Fish!, which was only intended for people to play. Of course it was exceedingly rude of me to intervene, but in an almost undetectable flash, the lightbulb had cheated! Fuming, the furious boar overturned the table and crushed the sneaky lightbulb before running off into the bush, but my keen eyes detected a glint of metal peeking out of the grass where the boar once sat. The idea of chasing a wild boar through the bushes was ridiculous, but he had just killed the poor cheat of a lightbulb, hadn't he? I was not the one for random heroism, but nevertheless, a surge of boldness shot me through the underbrush. Twigs and roots scratched violently at my bare ankles while leaves slapped at my face. After what seemed years of running blind through the forest, I reached a clearing where sat, content and smug, the wild boar. The corners of my lips twisted into an equally cocky smile, until a slimy, leathery tongue slithered around my wrist. To my horror, a demonic toad-couch had wrapped his pleather tongue around my wrist. Without thinking, my free hand darted towards the mucus covered beast and I found myself gorging out its beady, blood thirsty eyes with my fingernails. The hideous creature screamed in pain as I shoved my hand further into its face. In my peripheral vision, the once smug boar grimaced and snarled in disgust. The despicable pig reared and charged back into the woods in terror and disgust. Ripping my hand out of the toad-couch's mangled face, I stomped furiously after the boar. As I chased the boar in between the trees, I heard it grunt and squeal pathetically as it attempted to flee from my grasp. Just before my fingers grazed the ugly creature's spindly leg, the massive trees of the forest knotted themselves together and caught me between their gnarly branches. Like a fish in a net, I trashed against them violently, but that only spattered the toad-couch's blood on the ground. It seemed as though I had been defeated. Saddened, I let out a cry of desperation-I failed to capture this swine criminal, leaving many young and bright lightbulbs unprotected. The future seemed suddenly dark and meaningless. All of a sudden, a warm and comforting light burst into life above my head; another appeared, and then more flickered around me, had the lightbulbs come to save me? The wicked trees binding into place withered away from the halo of incandescent beauty; I was freed. Breaking away from the crowd, an elegant florescent lightbulb floated over to me, humming and buzzing sweetly like a hummingbird. Instinctively, my hand reached to swat it away, when it landed delicately on my fingertip. A vibrato voice tweeted:
"Thank you for caring so much about our kind, normally, we are tossed aside because we are dainty things, or the newest health and safety code bans us from homes." I nodded mutely at the tiny glowing thing.
"We want to reward-"Irritated, I slapped the light aside and it broke on the rocky ground. The sound of fairy glass shattering against stone in the quiet night was deafening. The other lights seemed to shrug, and quietly, faintly slipped away into the forest. I released a long breath of relief, figuring the twinkling lights would be more upset, just as the sharp horn of the wild boar sliced through my heart.
The End.

Boars and BulbsWhere stories live. Discover now