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Three Things (part one)

“Pig, c’mere,” whispered Rooster’s head.

Piggy clicked across the floor, taking a wide path around where Raccoon lay dying in a pool of blood. Raccoon moaned, one of his paws still pushing weakly at the corpse that had nailed itself tightly into his head. Piggy slowly trotted over to where Rooster’s head perched on a pile of snack food.

“List’, Pig,” whispered Rooster, “you Roos’ frien’?”

“Yes, Rooster, I’m here for you.”

“Y’gotta do thr’ thin’s for Roos’. Roos’ trust ya?”

“Anything,” Piggy snorted, unable to stop the tears.

“Fin’ out wha’ happen’ t’ Frog.”

“Alright.”

“Get m’spurs ‘n’ get’em t’ m’boy, Roos’ junior.”

Piggy looked over his shoulder; Rooster’s spurs were embedded in Raccoon’s skull.

“I… I can’t, Rooster-”

“Y’ Roos’s frien’?” the head shrieked.

“Alright. The spurs for your son. What’s the last thing?”

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