Mothers

Me and Superman woke at dawn, went out into the forest and shot a very regal moose. We dragged him back to the house by his muddy antlers and yelping, laid him at Kitchen Mother's horned feet. Kitchen Mother said breakfast was not the time for a dead moose and jabbed us out her kingdom with her horrid discipline stick which she made during one of the big wars with her children's tears (twigs, twigs, twigs) So me and Superman went and sat in the lap of Sitting Room Mother who told us a story about a lovely virgin girl seduced by a transvestite wolf and saved by a heroic hunter with a magic axe. Sitting Room Mother smoothed my hair as she explained the story to Superman (because he is slow-witted, dense, a dummy- even the birds say it, safe on their branches, and they're kind about everyone). Her work completed she asked us to go. We went with our sad heads bowed because we both love Sitting Room Mother very much. I got the twinge so me and Superman went to bathroom. Bathroom Mother is the worst of all mothers. The tale the birds tell about her is she took too many drugs before we were born and now can't turn off her nightmares or her daydreams. She was readying something over the roaring sink and her face was turning red alert red. She made a little fire in her hands and the silver mirror started to crunch, crackle and purr with glee. Bathroom Mother scared us so much I had to kill the twinge on the hallway carpet. Me and Superman went and hid in the bedroom where we found Bedroom Mother all warm and half-asleep. We have to gather very close to her- her voice is so quiet, even a mouse wouldn't hear her without a megaphone. Bedroom Mother showed us pictures of all the animals that live in Africa and told us how the hyenas eat the monkeys that gather the fruits that fall from the trees heavier and darker than stars. Superman said we would walk to Africa tomorrow and bring a hyena home. I yawned like a lion. We kissed Bedroom Mother goodbye and she mumbled the same thing with so little breath she wouldn't move a leaf. We shut her door with great care and then hopped down the stairs two at a time. We dragged the moose back to the forest and played football for a while as it rotted in the fuzzy sun. We are going to skin the moose to make a rug to scare away evil. They do the same thing in Africa.

1. cLOUDDEAD- Grey

2. Chris Clark- Pleen 1930s

3. Sly And The Family Stone- Thank You (Falletime Be Mice Elf Again)

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