Humpty and Weasel

Humpty and Weasel

Mozark poured some old coffee into an empty glass and began to chug. The drugs had made him slow and apathetic and they must be dowsed with the wet black energy so that he may once again use his supernatural powers. The coffee was stale and bitter, but it would be enough to at least get the bones warm and the fingers itching for things to do. Just then, a scream from outside. Mozark raced to the window and saw the neighbor boy wobbling on the south wall about to lose his balance. What was that fool doing up on that wall? Mozark had -- just last week -- warned Little Patrick not to play on there; yet here he was and soon to realize why he was forbidden to dance his merry dance on top of a 12 foot wall. Mozark's dogs were ravenous. Howling at the wind and digging trenches all day stokes the belly's appetite. They were fed a beef carcass once a week, but -- as it was late in the week -- the carcass was beginning to smell, the thought of  a fresh slab of meat drove electric sparks out their whiskers. The mud caked claws impatiently pawing at the base of the wall. The saliva flowing out of the hungry maws. The pup's eyes stretched wide as the wobbling stopped and the little one fell down, down, down. thud. The screams lasted for only two and a half minutes. Then it was just the happy clapping sound of wet jaws amidst heavy breath. Mozark inhaled the sweet morning air and the sunlight kissed his radiant face and the power of the universe entered his soul.