Post by Eris on Apr 16, 2019 20:29:28 GMT -5
UNCLE COW: THE COWSER OF ALL FURTHER EVENTS
There was once a field, and through that field ran a river, and over that river crossed a bridge. Next to that bridge was a mill erected by the causer of all further events, who was the most primeval being who ever existed in all existence. Behind the mill was a garden of flora and fauna where cows grazed. One bright morning, before conducting his daily labor of grinding grain into flour, the causer noticed a small bubble underneath the grass in the garden. It was making the grass sway left and right, and the causer picked up the bubble and popped it, so that there was no more bubble, and then the grass no longer swayed left and right but was still.
The Cowser had a group of tools known as "cow tools".
The next day, during the causer's daily labor of grinding grain into flour, he noticed that the millstone was making a curious sound: "Clack, clack." He tried to move the millstone from place to place but it kept going: "Clack, clack". So the causer opened the millstone and found two bubbles glinting together. One bubble was red and the other white. He tried to detach the bubbles from each other but they were stuck together. So the causer took the bubbles from the millstone. He shook them, and felt them wobble and convulse like jelly. Then he popped them, and then there were no more bubbles, and the millstone was still and no longer said "Clack, clack", but rather went, "Clang, clang." The causer continued his labor of grinding in peace.
On the evening of the third day, after the causer had completed his work at the mill, he went into the garden where the cows chewed cud and looked into the sky. The sky looked different than usual. Streaks of sparks spattered the sky, painting it in bright colors, like shooting stars. One of the sparks fell to the ground and the causer picked it up and saw that it was four bubbles in the shape of a rectangle, connected by strings. The causer tried to pull the strings apart, but they held fast. He tried to detach the bubbles from the strings, but the strings held to the bubbles, which wobbled and convulsed like jelly as the causer shook them. So the causer popped the bubbles on the rectangle and the strings were let loose, floating down to the ground. Then there were no more bubbles, and no more shooting streaks in the sky, but the sky was of a solid color. This comforted the causer, and that night he slept soundly.
The night of the fourth day, the causer went into the garden and saw that the grass was swaying left and right. Bubbles arose from the grass and floated amid the garden, enveloping the strings that connected them which fluttered as diaphanous streamers in the air. The causer walked to the center of the garden, and as he walked, large and small bubbles enveloped his legs and wetted his thighs. When he came upon the center, he looked into the sky and beheld a blood-red dragon soaring and glowing. The dragon descended, gliding, approaching the garden. Its wings cast a dark shadow upon the causer, who felt the dragon's powerful presence permeating the air. The bubbles surrounded the causer, blurring his vision. As the bubbles wetted his legs and thighs, the causer stood completely still. He felt the great presence arrive beside him, which then grew taller, and he felt a great tongue lick him from head to toe until he was all wet. Streams of water dripped down his legs and arms. The moisture pricked the causer, and he felt great claws upon his back. He was snatched up into the air as he heard a sonorous bellow.
"Dear causer of all events", proclaimed the bellow. "Dear miller of grain and tender of cattle. You have worked, milling and grinding throughout your brief existence. In reward for your work and services, you will be granted a gift. You will be granted underlings, who will gather en masse below your stature, and they will reproduce and multiply. They will bow down to you in perfect servility, and obey the commands that you confer. You must guide them, but not exploit them. You must show them that you are the causer of all further events. If you fail in this task, tragedy will befall you." Upon this statement, the dragon placed the causer back on the grass in the garden, and the causer heard the flapping of great wings, and then he was alone. "I am hesitant, and I don't know who I am", said the causer to himself, "Because I have never looked upon my bodily form, and yet in substance I am entirely formless, because I can only evaluate my existence in terms of the objects presented to me by my surroundings. Yet still I will take these underlings upon myself, and make earnest effort to ensure that they will not be exploited, but rather that they will be guided to happiness and comfort, to fruitfulness and abundance in number."
Over the coming days, underlings populated the causer's mill, his garden, and the surrounding landscape. The plethora of the shapes and forms of the underlings was diverse. Some of them were round and fat, others were long and skinny, and still others were short and skinny. Although they had numerous skills and professions, all of the underlings aimed primarily to help the causer and act as a conduit for his will. Furthermore, underling society, centered around the outskirts of the causer's mill, began to develop. The society began as primitive and anarchic, where each underling fended for themselves and received tailored laws and instructions from the causer. But as underling society grew more organized and advanced, and as the underlings began to form villages where they communicated and multiplied in number in order to aid the causer in his work, these villages began to form their own governing structures. Over time, many underling villages dotted the surrounding landscape of the mill, forming a tapestry of shapes, forms, and cultures.
The Cowser decreed to the underlings and their governing structures.
As the sprawl of this tapestry began to hug the mill and spread outwards, villages were eventually grouped into underling districts, the governing bodies of which, although they possessed a degree of independence in operation, generally remained under the strict guidance of the causer which they received by means of underling messengers who spoke directly to the causer and conveyed his commands. And all of the underlings perfectly obeyed the causer's commands without exception, because the causer was anointed by the dragon, and licked by the chrisma of the rampant dragon's tongue, and because he was the causer of all further events. Yet the causer was entirely formless, and he could not observe himself. But the causer could observe the sky, and often when he was finished conferring decrees to the underlings and their individual districts, he would go into his garden and stare into the clouds, an act which helped him evaluate his existence, and which pricked the causer, bringing forth memories of the many underlings which he encountered day-to-day. It seemed that the more underling society grew and multiplied, the more their shapes and forms diversified.
The Daria family were staunchly submissive to the Cowser.
In the first underling district, which hugged the causer's mill, there lived a family named the Daria family, the members of which were staunchly submissive to the causer. They were particularly round and fat compared to other underlings. This was because the Daria family consumed copious amounts of food, which was abundantly provided for in endless streams by the causer's mill and garden products. A young family member named Molly was especially round and fat—in fact, she was so round and fat that she looked like a whorl. The other underlings often mistook her for a balloon, but they did not dwell on the absurdity of this sight for too long, as the causer had decreed them not to pay mind to such an abnormality if it did not pertain to their work. Through a rigmarole of management and task-assignment, trickling down from the causer to successive subordinates, it became Molly's job to work in the corn fields in the causer's garden at night shifts. It was precisely during these night shifts that moist bubbles arose from the grass and floated amid the garden, flooding the garden, and making the grass sway left and right.
Bubbles formed into molecules connected by strings, and in the sea of bubbles, Molly's body, which was nearly spherical, would wetten and glisten as she worked in the field. The causer would go into the garden at dusk, look into the sky, and then look down and see Molly's whorl glistening as she worked. He always greeted her cautiously. She was so perfectly round, so different from other underlings, and her whorl had such a moist sheen, which provoked a gut feeling, an animal magnetism. The causer remembered when he had popped the bubbles, and then there were no more bubbles. Maybe he could just reach over and just touch the whorl, or poke it, he thought. Maybe he could even pop the whorl, so that there would be no more whorl, and the grass would no longer sway left and right but be still. He remembered that bubbles had strings, and he imagined invisible strings surrounding the whorl, with Molly prancing around, connected to the strings as a marionette. Then, him touching the whorl, applying just enough pressure, and popping it. Maybe he could even lick the whorl, like the red dragon had licked him with its great tongue in the time that there were no underlings. In those days life was simpler, he figured, because there was no such thing as governing structures or task-assignments or whorls. There were only bubbles and strings. But in the back of the causer's mind, he remembered the dragon's warning against exploiting the underlings. So he tempered his urges, and allowed Molly to continue working in the field at night shifts.
One day later, the causer had amassed a great deal of commands to decree to his loyal underlings, and so he spent the duration of the day conferring these to his underling-messengers, who would subsequently write down these decrees in their own language and pass them down the chain of command. Sometimes the messengers would get angry at the causer for being disconnected from underling villages and districts and their respective societies, and for being insensitive to their needs. A common point of contention was that the causer did not sufficiently allocate resources to be distributed to the underlings. The causer would make retorts in response to such remarks. Often these retorts led to debates that persisted, creating a friction that eventually reduced the efficiency of the causer's decrees, which then required him to make more decrees, and so on and so forth. This seemingly endless cycle of decree-giving and retorting exhausted and stressed the causer, who was tired of the debates, and at the end of the day he decided to bathe in the bubbles in his garden. He felt that he was drained, and that there was no energy left in his formless body or mind. He knew that the bubbles would wobble and convulse like jelly, which would cover him like blankets, comfort him, and help him evaluate his existence. Maybe, after he had evaluated his existence, he would give better decrees. Perhaps the bubbles would soothe him, and help him solve his contention with the messengers, he thought. So he went into the garden at dusk, where the grass swayed left and right, and where the bubbles wetted his body, moistened, and enveloped him.
Moist, wet, globular objects flowed into the causer's facial orifices as he bathed in the garden's bubbles. It was nighttime, and Molly was nearby with her whorl. She was working in the garden, and the causer greeted her as usual. But he was so exhausted and stressed after giving so many decrees, and her whorl provoked a gut feeling in him. His stomach grumbled again, and he felt an animal magnetism; the vortex of the whorl beckoned to him. Saliva and bubbles filled his mouth, flowing over his tongue. He thought about all the decrees he had given that day, and about all the debates that he had with the messenger, and how exhausted he was. He noticed that Molly was right beside him. So he arched his neck and took a nibble right out of Molly's whorl.
Jumping, Molly screamed with terror as blood spurted from her wound. The causer saw the blood, and was no longer sluggish. His body and mind filled with adrenaline and energy. He knew that he had committed a grave crime against the Daria family, and that they would not be happy with him. But what was this newfound strength? The causer observed himself, and saw that he was no longer tired but full of power and immense strength that filled his being with purpose, which was power to eat and consume. So he took another bite of Molly, a bigger bite this time. More spurting blood and screams ensued, and he observed himself again, more definitely now. He knew that he was absorbing Molly's life force, and expanding with energy and strength. He could feel Molly's severed body clumps dissolving within his belly. Finally, he gulped Molly down entirely, the whole whorl and all. Her bodily fluids were sweet to his taste, which impelled his lust for this sweetness. Upon swallowing the whorl, the causer surged with electric energy, and he felt his belly growing, which formed a voracious reservoir of power within him. He observed himself for the third time and felt tremendous, unrivaled, lustful might—he felt that he had enough energy to rival the glowing red dragon, because he had gained the power of the underlings, which was a moist power, granting him the power to anoint. Hence was the Daria family disgraced, and the causer exalted.
After recognizing his power, the causer began to traverse many villages within underling districts, looking for the roundest underling specimens to gobble. The next morning he ate three underlings, and in the evening he ate seven more. The more underlings he ate, the more he surged with adrenaline and electricity, and the more his lust for power and need for more victims sizzled. What began as a careful picking from the underling populace quickly grew into a voracious rampage across the underling districts. The causer destroyed houses and crushed buildings, performing unspeakable damage to properties, families, and loved ones. He consumed every underling that he could find, chewing and swallowing them. He grew larger and more powerful, and his belly, which was his reservoir of might, grew rounder and more globular with every new consumed underling. He would crush the underlings completely with his teeth, savoring them, enjoying the spurts of blood, gore, and internal organs; savoring the taste of sweet bodily fluids. Brittle underling skeletons were crushed like potato chips between the causer's molars. By the third day of the rampage most of the underling villages were ransacked and the majority of underlings resided in the causer's belly, being dissolved by acidic fluids. At this point the causer's belly had grown to such proportions that he was able to guzzle down masses of underlings, hundreds at a time in his abominable frenzy.
The underling governing structures were in shambles, underling society was in chaos, and the messengers were kowtowing, desperately praying for mercy. In a short, adrenaline-filled amount of time, the causer had gobbled almost all the underlings, except the ones that had hidden in deep caves, who nonetheless were separated from their families and had their homes destroyed. Ruins of underling villages, with structures almost completely annihilated, dotted the landscape. Garbage was strewn everywhere. The causer clutched his great globular belly, the souvenir of his victory, and rubbed it in swift round motions. It was his reservoir of power. He felt some underlings still moving inside of him, not yet dissolved, trying to escape as they slowly dissolved in corrosive digestive fluids, saying their last goodbyes to each other. He could imagine the desperate looks in their eyes, a thought which filled him with joy and lust, impelling him with a sense of purpose, to further kill.
The causer basked in his power for the rest of the evening, kicking around pathetic ruins of underling districts, and crushing underling remnants beneath his toes. At dusk, the glowing red dragon reappeared in the air. The dragon swooped down, gliding in slow circles, and landed by the causer. The causer knew himself, and his eyes widened as he remembered the dragon's prior warning, and he knew that he was guilty. Then the bellow spoke: “Hello, dear causer. I have arrived to notify you that you have expanded too much. We have told you not to exploit the underlings, and yet you have consumed their bodies and ravished their buildings. Now, it is required that you truly look upon yourself.”
Then the causer felt sharp claws upon his back, heard the flapping of great wings, and the dragon carried him through the air across mountains and landscapes. After what seemed like an eternity he was dropped into a rocky alcove, which would be his tentative home. The dragon told the causer that he was unable to leave until he had fully re-assessed himself, which was enforced by a prisonlike wall around the alcove. Everywhere the causer looked, whether to the left or to the right, there were rocks all around him. Their various shapes and sizes reminded him of the underlings.
Then the causer looked up, and saw the dark sky illuminated with thousands of brilliant milky-white lights, like grains of sand above him.
The mill was barren, and there were no more bubbles inside the millstone. The few underlings who were still alive began to rebuild underling civilization, which henceforth would have to be democratic due to the causer's absence. But without the causer, the mill and the farm grew barren. No grass grew, and no crops sprouted. The fruit trees bore no fruit, and the cows produced no milk. Food was scarce, and the underling population dwindled.
The land was desolate, and the underlings had to survive in its hostile wasteland left in the wake of the causer’s ravenous frenzy. The underlings maintained a great respect for the causer, his ancient decrees, and the gifts that he had left behind, such as the mill and the garden which was now barren. They wept for his absence, cursing the devil that had possessed him to perform such a dreadful action, and they cherished their memories of the causer. One of these underlings was of a red color, and wept with more anguish than the other underlings. Her name was Aunt Becky.
There was once a field, and through that field ran a river, and over that river crossed a bridge. Next to that bridge was a mill erected by the causer of all further events, who was the most primeval being who ever existed in all existence. Behind the mill was a garden of flora and fauna where cows grazed. One bright morning, before conducting his daily labor of grinding grain into flour, the causer noticed a small bubble underneath the grass in the garden. It was making the grass sway left and right, and the causer picked up the bubble and popped it, so that there was no more bubble, and then the grass no longer swayed left and right but was still.
The Cowser had a group of tools known as "cow tools".
The next day, during the causer's daily labor of grinding grain into flour, he noticed that the millstone was making a curious sound: "Clack, clack." He tried to move the millstone from place to place but it kept going: "Clack, clack". So the causer opened the millstone and found two bubbles glinting together. One bubble was red and the other white. He tried to detach the bubbles from each other but they were stuck together. So the causer took the bubbles from the millstone. He shook them, and felt them wobble and convulse like jelly. Then he popped them, and then there were no more bubbles, and the millstone was still and no longer said "Clack, clack", but rather went, "Clang, clang." The causer continued his labor of grinding in peace.
On the evening of the third day, after the causer had completed his work at the mill, he went into the garden where the cows chewed cud and looked into the sky. The sky looked different than usual. Streaks of sparks spattered the sky, painting it in bright colors, like shooting stars. One of the sparks fell to the ground and the causer picked it up and saw that it was four bubbles in the shape of a rectangle, connected by strings. The causer tried to pull the strings apart, but they held fast. He tried to detach the bubbles from the strings, but the strings held to the bubbles, which wobbled and convulsed like jelly as the causer shook them. So the causer popped the bubbles on the rectangle and the strings were let loose, floating down to the ground. Then there were no more bubbles, and no more shooting streaks in the sky, but the sky was of a solid color. This comforted the causer, and that night he slept soundly.
The night of the fourth day, the causer went into the garden and saw that the grass was swaying left and right. Bubbles arose from the grass and floated amid the garden, enveloping the strings that connected them which fluttered as diaphanous streamers in the air. The causer walked to the center of the garden, and as he walked, large and small bubbles enveloped his legs and wetted his thighs. When he came upon the center, he looked into the sky and beheld a blood-red dragon soaring and glowing. The dragon descended, gliding, approaching the garden. Its wings cast a dark shadow upon the causer, who felt the dragon's powerful presence permeating the air. The bubbles surrounded the causer, blurring his vision. As the bubbles wetted his legs and thighs, the causer stood completely still. He felt the great presence arrive beside him, which then grew taller, and he felt a great tongue lick him from head to toe until he was all wet. Streams of water dripped down his legs and arms. The moisture pricked the causer, and he felt great claws upon his back. He was snatched up into the air as he heard a sonorous bellow.
"Dear causer of all events", proclaimed the bellow. "Dear miller of grain and tender of cattle. You have worked, milling and grinding throughout your brief existence. In reward for your work and services, you will be granted a gift. You will be granted underlings, who will gather en masse below your stature, and they will reproduce and multiply. They will bow down to you in perfect servility, and obey the commands that you confer. You must guide them, but not exploit them. You must show them that you are the causer of all further events. If you fail in this task, tragedy will befall you." Upon this statement, the dragon placed the causer back on the grass in the garden, and the causer heard the flapping of great wings, and then he was alone. "I am hesitant, and I don't know who I am", said the causer to himself, "Because I have never looked upon my bodily form, and yet in substance I am entirely formless, because I can only evaluate my existence in terms of the objects presented to me by my surroundings. Yet still I will take these underlings upon myself, and make earnest effort to ensure that they will not be exploited, but rather that they will be guided to happiness and comfort, to fruitfulness and abundance in number."
Over the coming days, underlings populated the causer's mill, his garden, and the surrounding landscape. The plethora of the shapes and forms of the underlings was diverse. Some of them were round and fat, others were long and skinny, and still others were short and skinny. Although they had numerous skills and professions, all of the underlings aimed primarily to help the causer and act as a conduit for his will. Furthermore, underling society, centered around the outskirts of the causer's mill, began to develop. The society began as primitive and anarchic, where each underling fended for themselves and received tailored laws and instructions from the causer. But as underling society grew more organized and advanced, and as the underlings began to form villages where they communicated and multiplied in number in order to aid the causer in his work, these villages began to form their own governing structures. Over time, many underling villages dotted the surrounding landscape of the mill, forming a tapestry of shapes, forms, and cultures.
The Cowser decreed to the underlings and their governing structures.
As the sprawl of this tapestry began to hug the mill and spread outwards, villages were eventually grouped into underling districts, the governing bodies of which, although they possessed a degree of independence in operation, generally remained under the strict guidance of the causer which they received by means of underling messengers who spoke directly to the causer and conveyed his commands. And all of the underlings perfectly obeyed the causer's commands without exception, because the causer was anointed by the dragon, and licked by the chrisma of the rampant dragon's tongue, and because he was the causer of all further events. Yet the causer was entirely formless, and he could not observe himself. But the causer could observe the sky, and often when he was finished conferring decrees to the underlings and their individual districts, he would go into his garden and stare into the clouds, an act which helped him evaluate his existence, and which pricked the causer, bringing forth memories of the many underlings which he encountered day-to-day. It seemed that the more underling society grew and multiplied, the more their shapes and forms diversified.
The Daria family were staunchly submissive to the Cowser.
In the first underling district, which hugged the causer's mill, there lived a family named the Daria family, the members of which were staunchly submissive to the causer. They were particularly round and fat compared to other underlings. This was because the Daria family consumed copious amounts of food, which was abundantly provided for in endless streams by the causer's mill and garden products. A young family member named Molly was especially round and fat—in fact, she was so round and fat that she looked like a whorl. The other underlings often mistook her for a balloon, but they did not dwell on the absurdity of this sight for too long, as the causer had decreed them not to pay mind to such an abnormality if it did not pertain to their work. Through a rigmarole of management and task-assignment, trickling down from the causer to successive subordinates, it became Molly's job to work in the corn fields in the causer's garden at night shifts. It was precisely during these night shifts that moist bubbles arose from the grass and floated amid the garden, flooding the garden, and making the grass sway left and right.
Bubbles formed into molecules connected by strings, and in the sea of bubbles, Molly's body, which was nearly spherical, would wetten and glisten as she worked in the field. The causer would go into the garden at dusk, look into the sky, and then look down and see Molly's whorl glistening as she worked. He always greeted her cautiously. She was so perfectly round, so different from other underlings, and her whorl had such a moist sheen, which provoked a gut feeling, an animal magnetism. The causer remembered when he had popped the bubbles, and then there were no more bubbles. Maybe he could just reach over and just touch the whorl, or poke it, he thought. Maybe he could even pop the whorl, so that there would be no more whorl, and the grass would no longer sway left and right but be still. He remembered that bubbles had strings, and he imagined invisible strings surrounding the whorl, with Molly prancing around, connected to the strings as a marionette. Then, him touching the whorl, applying just enough pressure, and popping it. Maybe he could even lick the whorl, like the red dragon had licked him with its great tongue in the time that there were no underlings. In those days life was simpler, he figured, because there was no such thing as governing structures or task-assignments or whorls. There were only bubbles and strings. But in the back of the causer's mind, he remembered the dragon's warning against exploiting the underlings. So he tempered his urges, and allowed Molly to continue working in the field at night shifts.
One day later, the causer had amassed a great deal of commands to decree to his loyal underlings, and so he spent the duration of the day conferring these to his underling-messengers, who would subsequently write down these decrees in their own language and pass them down the chain of command. Sometimes the messengers would get angry at the causer for being disconnected from underling villages and districts and their respective societies, and for being insensitive to their needs. A common point of contention was that the causer did not sufficiently allocate resources to be distributed to the underlings. The causer would make retorts in response to such remarks. Often these retorts led to debates that persisted, creating a friction that eventually reduced the efficiency of the causer's decrees, which then required him to make more decrees, and so on and so forth. This seemingly endless cycle of decree-giving and retorting exhausted and stressed the causer, who was tired of the debates, and at the end of the day he decided to bathe in the bubbles in his garden. He felt that he was drained, and that there was no energy left in his formless body or mind. He knew that the bubbles would wobble and convulse like jelly, which would cover him like blankets, comfort him, and help him evaluate his existence. Maybe, after he had evaluated his existence, he would give better decrees. Perhaps the bubbles would soothe him, and help him solve his contention with the messengers, he thought. So he went into the garden at dusk, where the grass swayed left and right, and where the bubbles wetted his body, moistened, and enveloped him.
Moist, wet, globular objects flowed into the causer's facial orifices as he bathed in the garden's bubbles. It was nighttime, and Molly was nearby with her whorl. She was working in the garden, and the causer greeted her as usual. But he was so exhausted and stressed after giving so many decrees, and her whorl provoked a gut feeling in him. His stomach grumbled again, and he felt an animal magnetism; the vortex of the whorl beckoned to him. Saliva and bubbles filled his mouth, flowing over his tongue. He thought about all the decrees he had given that day, and about all the debates that he had with the messenger, and how exhausted he was. He noticed that Molly was right beside him. So he arched his neck and took a nibble right out of Molly's whorl.
Jumping, Molly screamed with terror as blood spurted from her wound. The causer saw the blood, and was no longer sluggish. His body and mind filled with adrenaline and energy. He knew that he had committed a grave crime against the Daria family, and that they would not be happy with him. But what was this newfound strength? The causer observed himself, and saw that he was no longer tired but full of power and immense strength that filled his being with purpose, which was power to eat and consume. So he took another bite of Molly, a bigger bite this time. More spurting blood and screams ensued, and he observed himself again, more definitely now. He knew that he was absorbing Molly's life force, and expanding with energy and strength. He could feel Molly's severed body clumps dissolving within his belly. Finally, he gulped Molly down entirely, the whole whorl and all. Her bodily fluids were sweet to his taste, which impelled his lust for this sweetness. Upon swallowing the whorl, the causer surged with electric energy, and he felt his belly growing, which formed a voracious reservoir of power within him. He observed himself for the third time and felt tremendous, unrivaled, lustful might—he felt that he had enough energy to rival the glowing red dragon, because he had gained the power of the underlings, which was a moist power, granting him the power to anoint. Hence was the Daria family disgraced, and the causer exalted.
After recognizing his power, the causer began to traverse many villages within underling districts, looking for the roundest underling specimens to gobble. The next morning he ate three underlings, and in the evening he ate seven more. The more underlings he ate, the more he surged with adrenaline and electricity, and the more his lust for power and need for more victims sizzled. What began as a careful picking from the underling populace quickly grew into a voracious rampage across the underling districts. The causer destroyed houses and crushed buildings, performing unspeakable damage to properties, families, and loved ones. He consumed every underling that he could find, chewing and swallowing them. He grew larger and more powerful, and his belly, which was his reservoir of might, grew rounder and more globular with every new consumed underling. He would crush the underlings completely with his teeth, savoring them, enjoying the spurts of blood, gore, and internal organs; savoring the taste of sweet bodily fluids. Brittle underling skeletons were crushed like potato chips between the causer's molars. By the third day of the rampage most of the underling villages were ransacked and the majority of underlings resided in the causer's belly, being dissolved by acidic fluids. At this point the causer's belly had grown to such proportions that he was able to guzzle down masses of underlings, hundreds at a time in his abominable frenzy.
The underling governing structures were in shambles, underling society was in chaos, and the messengers were kowtowing, desperately praying for mercy. In a short, adrenaline-filled amount of time, the causer had gobbled almost all the underlings, except the ones that had hidden in deep caves, who nonetheless were separated from their families and had their homes destroyed. Ruins of underling villages, with structures almost completely annihilated, dotted the landscape. Garbage was strewn everywhere. The causer clutched his great globular belly, the souvenir of his victory, and rubbed it in swift round motions. It was his reservoir of power. He felt some underlings still moving inside of him, not yet dissolved, trying to escape as they slowly dissolved in corrosive digestive fluids, saying their last goodbyes to each other. He could imagine the desperate looks in their eyes, a thought which filled him with joy and lust, impelling him with a sense of purpose, to further kill.
The causer basked in his power for the rest of the evening, kicking around pathetic ruins of underling districts, and crushing underling remnants beneath his toes. At dusk, the glowing red dragon reappeared in the air. The dragon swooped down, gliding in slow circles, and landed by the causer. The causer knew himself, and his eyes widened as he remembered the dragon's prior warning, and he knew that he was guilty. Then the bellow spoke: “Hello, dear causer. I have arrived to notify you that you have expanded too much. We have told you not to exploit the underlings, and yet you have consumed their bodies and ravished their buildings. Now, it is required that you truly look upon yourself.”
Then the causer felt sharp claws upon his back, heard the flapping of great wings, and the dragon carried him through the air across mountains and landscapes. After what seemed like an eternity he was dropped into a rocky alcove, which would be his tentative home. The dragon told the causer that he was unable to leave until he had fully re-assessed himself, which was enforced by a prisonlike wall around the alcove. Everywhere the causer looked, whether to the left or to the right, there were rocks all around him. Their various shapes and sizes reminded him of the underlings.
Then the causer looked up, and saw the dark sky illuminated with thousands of brilliant milky-white lights, like grains of sand above him.
The mill was barren, and there were no more bubbles inside the millstone. The few underlings who were still alive began to rebuild underling civilization, which henceforth would have to be democratic due to the causer's absence. But without the causer, the mill and the farm grew barren. No grass grew, and no crops sprouted. The fruit trees bore no fruit, and the cows produced no milk. Food was scarce, and the underling population dwindled.
The land was desolate, and the underlings had to survive in its hostile wasteland left in the wake of the causer’s ravenous frenzy. The underlings maintained a great respect for the causer, his ancient decrees, and the gifts that he had left behind, such as the mill and the garden which was now barren. They wept for his absence, cursing the devil that had possessed him to perform such a dreadful action, and they cherished their memories of the causer. One of these underlings was of a red color, and wept with more anguish than the other underlings. Her name was Aunt Becky.