𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢᵗᶦᶜ ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗˢ

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

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YEAR 1926, CUBA

MELODIES OF THE CHIRPING
birds ricochets on the virescent
forest dripping with mild moist.
Sun's blazing. Thick, pure white
cotton of clouds drifts aimlessly
across the heavens towering the
oaks. The breeze was warm and
cold just right that it could calm
one's body and mind.

But the lady zooming pass the
trees didn't feel that at all. She
would love to feel the comfort
air, cherish the Almighty's gift
on the land passionately if not
for the four nine foot tall dogs
reined by four guffawing mad
pirates, swinging machetes, a
band of pirates follows behind.

Laughters and screams of mock
was thrown to the running lady
ten feet ahead off the pounding
dogs, with pincher claws as legs
and tails of a scorpion.