Wilma scratched a flea behind his left ear absent mindedly as the farmer’s wife approached. She covered her mouth and a slow, keaning moan rose up from between her fingers as she dropped to her knees beside the dusty husk of her husband.
“Minion. You had best address the human. Let her know that I, Mister D..”
“..I’ve got this boss..”
The woman fell sideways away from Wilma’s voice and the orb with shock and surprise bringing fear into her mind finally. She scrabbled backwards crab like till she rose, grasping the nearby shovel as she did.
“Who said that?” She half cried half moaned, her eyes wide and wet.
“..I believe she needs to be calmed. Perhaps if you..”
“..all good boss, hold on. Hey, lady, thanks for the berries and sorry for all the tunnels. This is Mister Dee. He has a message to pass on, oh and sorry about your mate, anyway, look just calm down and stay back from..”
The woman threw the shovel in the general direction of the voice, not registering that it was a groundhog let along the specific one she had been debating poisoning earlier that morning.
“You do not have a way with words minion.”
“I thought you preferred Wilma.”
“I’m on the fence.”
“I see no fence.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“More humans are coming.”
A pickup came into view turning from the chip and tar rural side road into the long dusty driveway. Clouds of dust rose into the air as it sped toward the house. The woman after falling at least twice, ran to meet it.
“Oh great. Those ones.”
“You know of them?”
“Yeah, they have guns. They show up once in a while and go with the dead monkey here and hunt in the woods.”
“Will they listen to my message?”
A puff of dust rose from the ground beside the orb, then another. The cracking of gunshot followed a few seconds later. Chuck jumped into a nearby hole, swearing as he did.
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