SW135_Scary_Ouroboros

Manny Misgard was desperately trying to remove her feet from her mouth. She had just told her now ex-boyfriend how many snakes she had adopted. Scared out of his mind, the ferret ran off in a panic, leaving her stuck along with a mouth full of toe.

“Mmph mm mmph mmuhmph (This is not productive)!” said the wandering magician girl. She rolled to a nearby fortune hunter and saw the world from the inside of a spin cycle.

“Mm mm mph (Excuse me)!” she yelled at the vested man. “Mm mph…”

“Don’t worry, Madame Butterfly. I can read just fine. Tell me, what brings you to the most trustworthy laborer of labors?”

Manny thought hard about her bad choice of pet.

“Ah, ferrets don’t enjoy serpentine treasures. But I bet you and I could find a great deal on cars!” he said, holding up a newspaper folded into a duck doing origami. “This line says you’ll be in deep water, but that water only makes more within itself.”

“Mmph?”

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Down the way, Windamen and the Turtle played a swarthy song on their Banjo box in hopes of drawing a crowd.

“If we pick from the people, we’ll be sure to get a great bunch!” said the window man.

“Hi ho, Silver!” said the many-time winner of a centurion lifestyle.

They stopped upon seeing Manny and the fortune hunter.

And stared.

Windamen looked at Manny.

Then at the feet in her mouth.

Then at the fortune hunter.

The duck quacked.

Then Windamen spoke.

“What a day it is for a stroll!” he said.

“Mmph mmmuh mm mmuh (If only I could).”

“Ah, the pool has arrived!” said fortune hunter.

“I rather like this pair of apricots,” the Turtle said, staring at the two new people. “They smell ripe enough to me.”

“Hold still,” the fortune hunter said. “I shall read you.” He saw a paper tumble by in the breeze. He caught it and folded it into a goose with a typing problem. “This says we should migrate north but beware of those who adhere to the wordy god. What do you think that means?”

“I know a lot of words,” Windamen said. “Streak-free. Clean-freak. Spin-cycle only…”

“Mmph (Hey)!”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

The Turtle crawled over to Manny and kicked her onto her side. He went into his shell and pulled her in with him.

“Try this on.”

“Mmph!”

“It’ll only take a second.”

One second later, Manny was ejected from the shell, her feet now free to allow her head to smash into a pile of boxes labeled “wood.”

“There you go! Good as a newfound baby rhinoceros!” the Turtle said, his chest all a puff.

Manny stood up and found her left arm now covered by a leather armguard ending in an iron glove. She smiled.

“Of we go to riches and fame!” the fortune hunter said. “Or so says my goose.”

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