Padder- Ecoterrorist, he kills things with flower power, watch out 4 the rise of the flour. It's a dark, murky night with a slight luminous tinge, rabbits burrow in the dank soil as regurgitated worms trans-modify their body to avoid the short snapping of birds playing cards. A man churns butter while listening to a bad pun in the distance. Back in the town Padder is collecting fruit in a punnet, scaring the shopkeeper with his gun, a long dark thing made of 100% fake plastic, or wood painted black as normal people would call it. A bee stings the Padder as he tries to Shot at the police, but misses. With every step he takes he comes closer to his final destination, the underbelly of the Horticultural society at Oxford. He enters, transporting himself through the door like a fish on rollerblades. As he enters a woman appears out of the dark, standing next to him like a ballon stuck to hair. she speaks. No noise, except the quacking of the plant doctor upstairs. and the story continues with the inevitabilities of life... Or does it??? | all characters in this story are fictional, and any relation to any living person is coincidental, unless of course it's the person who I'm talking about, duh. |