Easter Sundae

Easter Sundae

Once a week the houses are all empty and the dwellers have left to gather down the street at a large building and join hands and sing praises to their favorite god or goddess. Mozark found that it was at this time when the empty streets and quiet ally ways called out to him and asked for his company on yet another glorious day that he could share with the whisper of his feet and the earth below him. Today was most disappointing, however, because one of the gatherings of worshipers decided that today was a good day to leave their big building and find more people that would go there with them next week. Mozark pretended not to see them approach and sped up in the opposite direction, but the herd of  smiling heavy-set suit-wearing solicitors shot into full sprint powered by bacon grease, sugar, and song. As it was, Mozark was a creature who would avoid nonsense but he would run from nothing, so the flock finally found themselves face to face with their target. Mozark grinned and nodded his head as the leader of the group went on and on about how amazing the book he held with both hands in front of his own throbbing liver was. He flicked the beads of sweat off his red brow and told Mozark about how this book had magic abilities and would make even the worst person whole and happy. These people were ruining Mozark's quality time with the sky and the grass; he heard the breeze whisper suggestions of homicide so that he would give her his full attention. He knew that destroying these people would be easy, but if he tore them apart life would become more complicated for him. So Mozark reached into the earth and snatched up a fat hairless mole-rabbit that he had heard rumbling below his feet. The heavy-set suit-man stopped talking and his minions gasped in chorus as Mozark held forth the pink-skinned rodent. "My earth-goddess has commanded me to share with you the meaty fruit from her filthy womb" spoke Mozark. "Go ye back to your place of worship and eat of this ground nugget and gain ye all the knowledge and power that the universe has to offer." Without hesitation, the leader of the group dropped his book to the ground and seized the fetid mud hopper. The crowed pranced all the way back to their meeting hall with cheers of rejoice and songs of triumph for they knew that soon they would have all the answers. Mozark watched the people shrink to the horizon and heard the sounds of silence fill his head again. He took up the book that the man had dropped in exchange for the rabbit of knowledge and Mozark tore from it the first twelve pages and rolled from those twelve pages a miraculously tall mound of marijuana cigarettes. He took just one for his walk and left the rest for the next passers by so that they too would feel the vibrations below their feet and power in their hands should they need to find something to distract any obstacle that may come between them and their perfect day.