A Warrior's Tail Page #3

and waited for a sucker

to come along and fall in.

Finally this pigeon took the bait.

Bam! Right into the trap

like a blind alley cat.

That sentence needs

at least two more metaphors.

He was a hideous-looking fella,

with a mosquito riding on his shoulder

on a tiny little throne.

A mosquito on a throne?

On the level, Ma. No sooner were

we putting the screws to him

then these three palookas come

out of the woods and took us on.

Oh, I love a good fight story!

But here's the twist.

The first one out of the woods

was a white wolf.

A white wolf?

Have you been playing

in the hemp groves again?

It's the straight dope, Ma.

It's all jake.

He had a little boy with him too,

and a little pink dame.

And why do I care about this?

Because we stuck around the

woods, see, to drop some eaves.

We heard them say they're all on

their way to see the Magician.

What'd I miss?

Torpedoes! To me now!

I need you to do what you do best.

No! I don't mean chasing girls.

Tell us what to do, Mom.

I need you to spy.

I want you to know

every move the invaders make.

Every step they take. Is that clear?

[evil laughter]

Because after we're done

feeding on your harvest,

we're taking you to Mom.

[evil laughter]

[gasps]

[twig snaps]

Hello?

Anggee! I saw...

[fart]

- Oh, not again!

- What do you want?

The next time you feel one of

those coming on, warn us, okay?

Sorry, pal, but when I sleep,

I can't control myself.

Oh, yeah, sometimes I can't either.

Sometimes I swat bugs in my sleep.

My God! Where is the pink powder puff?

SAVVA:
Puffy? Puffy!

ANGGEE:
He's gone.

FAFL:
That's gratitude for you.

You save him from the forest,

and he abandons you.

He didn't run off. Someone took him.

There are tracks. Look.

We have to go find him.

He could be in danger.

I am not going to risk my life

for six ounces of fluff.

We can't just leave him.

The semi-baron is right.

It's too dangerous. We should skedaddle.

Wait, wait.

Um...

No! The bug is wrong.

We must save the furball.

Mm-mm.

Poor Puffy.

He must be terrified.

[tribal music]

What's the racket, hmm? Eh?

Makatunga.

Makatunga.

[cheering]

Guys?

Someone want to tell me what's going on?

[cheering continues]

Oh, wow.

O great Makatunga!

Finally you have

revealed yourself to us!

We can fulfill our destiny now

on this buljoo we call earth.

They think I'm some Makatunga.

[clamoring]

What shall I do?

Ah!

Cloud!

Uh...

Makatunga will speak.

I will make it rain!

[humming]

[humming continues]

Come on, cloud.

[humming]

[humming]

Pour some rain

[humming]

A few drops will do

[humming]

Or I'll be their lunch today

[tribal music]

The swamp is sticky

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