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>OK, from what I remember, I was a twisted child. I >ended up getting two Snuzzles for my fifth birthday >and naming one Cujo. At the time I didn't think about >the look on my parents' faces when I announced the >re-naming. But a game sticks out in my mind and now >and then I still play it... >Up in the sky ther lived a herd of ponies. One day, >an innocent looking red baby by the name of Spice (a >custom o mine) with orange eyes would appear in town >square. The other ponies discussed how to destroy it, >because the flame on it's hips and it's black hair was >thought to symbolize Hell. One shouted,"Let's burn >it!" Another,"Rip it up!" There was many good >suggestions, including piranas, hanging, scarab >beetles, and disembowelment. They finally agreed on >disembowelment. To their surprise, when they cut Spice >open, she screamed "BURN IN HELL!" repeatedly until >they cut her head off. Even then her lips mouthed the >words. They divided the internals evenly. Cotton Candy >got the spleen and liver, Snuzzle got the large & >small intesines, Lickety Split would get the throat >organs and brain, and they disposed of the rest. In >the night, after the ponies ate the organs and went to >sleep, Cotton Candy started hearing a voice >saying,"BURN IN HELL YOU LOUSY BITCH! YOU TOOK MY >GODDAM SPLEEN AND LIVER!" Spice would then appear in >the bedroom door, bloody ad mangled. She was clutching >a huge rusty meat cleaver in one hand, breathing >raggedly.She would then cut open Cotton Candy and >retrieve her lost organs, moving on to Snuzzle. She >screamed the same crude instructions to Snuzzle, this >time getting her intestines. She repeated the process >with Lickety, and walked slowly out her door, trailing >a horrid mixture of blood, rabid foam, and her loose >entrails. On her walk she muttered, "Damn *bleeper >bleeping* shitty Crap assed lousy bitches!" and laid >herself back into her grave, usually a shoe box. She, >incedentally, went to heaven. The others went to hell. >My mom always asked me why there was red washable >marker all over my ponies, and foamy soap on one's >mouth and red shoelaces hanging off its middle. I >simply replied by shrugging and muttering "Hell will >be uprooted on this very spot!" maniaccly when she >left.

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