Carnival

Pop goes the weasel

The rest of the day was as dark as usual. Poppet locked herself in the darkness all day just to wait. He had been visiting every day for a whole month, some days he came early, other times it was ten o'clock before he came.

Last night he had shown her his own personal music box. It played a tune that Poppet wasn't familiar with, but it was soft and sweet. It was something that Poppet would usually lose her mind to and hate. But this was different, it made Poppet feel as though she lost herself. The calm tune putting her at ease, and making her feel as though she was part of it.

Night came, and Poppet unlocked her window and pushed it open. She didn't want to sit on the roof, so instead she decided she would invite Jude in. He came through and crouched in the frame of the window.

 "Poppet?"

 "Yes?" she sat up in bed. "You can come in."

He looked to the floor, and carefully stepped in as if the floor would break at his touch. Then he cautiously walked over and sat on the bed next to Poppet. "How are you on this fine night?" he picked up her hand and played with the lace gloves that coated it.

"Dark as usual, and quite bored." she watched him with a small smile. But it quickly faded."You look thinner." she reach forward and moved his opened vest to the side, and traced his ribs that stuck out boldly.

He sighed. "I haven't eaten in awhile."

"Why not?" "We haven't gotten any pigs in a long time."

"Pigs? Is that all you eat?"

"Well." he shrugged. " there's the occasional stew or salad, but it always has the finest pork in it. But no pigs have come to our home lately."

"What about cows? Maybe even rabbits." Poppet tilted her head.

He scrunched his nose and shook his head. " those don't even compare to the pork. I despise any other meat besides our finest pork."

"Oh.." Poppet bit her lower lip, somewhat troubled that she couldn't help Jude.

"Don't worry." he horrifically smiled. "We'll find some soon."

She smiled back. "Well.... Alright if you say so."

A slight tune started playing from outside in the night. Jude quickly turned his head and listened to it. It was the tune of pop goes the weasel. Poppet listened too.....then everything was different. In an instant he was gone.