"Davis, Jerry - Halloween Ants" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry) group of kids signing in their backyard. It was to the tune of a
Christmas song, but the words were oddly changed: Joy to the world, my teacher is dead I bar-be-cued her head Where is the body? I flushed it down the potty Round and round it goes Oh round and round it goesЕ Oh round, and round, and round it goesЕ The children's song disturbed him, just like his own thoughts disturbed him. He wasn't merely angry with those people. He wanted to eat them. It was a genuine desire, not just a fleeting thought. He wanted to butcher them like cattle and chop them into steaks, especially Dale and Janice. Jesus Christ, he thought. Where is this coming from? He stepped over a ball of black and orange ants and passed his back gate without stopping. Abruptly he changed direction and headed across the fairway, walking over to Randy's shack. He needed to talk, and Randy was the closest thing he had to a friend out here. In the back of his mind, a niggling little thought persisted: Randy had a gun collection. Randy had let him borrow guns in the past. Try as he might, Brad couldnТt get this thought to leave him alone. thing he'd ever seen. There were two snakes right in the middle of the fairway, both mottled brown and looking to be of the same species, and they were eating each other. They had swallowed a good portion of each other's tail. As he stood staring at it, there was the sound of an automobile horn, and Brad looked up to see a van driving right down the fairway at him. Brad took several steps out of the way and the van drove past, running over the snakes. It was a white van with a government seal on the door panel: The Environmental Protection Agency. Brad continued on his way, wondering what that was all about, wondering why the hell they were driving all over the golf course. Randy would be pissed. Randy, the greenskeeper, had a shack on the back nine, right beside a pond and a large sand trap. As Brad approached the pond he felt an overwhelming wall of humidity. They community was pumping a lot of water into all the lawns, ponds, and swimming pools, and the Arizona sun did it's best to dry them out. Phoenix and the surrounding suburbs could no longer brag about the benefits of their "dry heat." Brad walked around the shack to the door and found it closed and locked. Feeling let down and disappointed, he walked around the shack, looking up and down the greens for a sign of Randy, and he spotted the man walking out from the trees, heading toward him. "There was a van running around on your grass!" Brad called out. |
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