"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.
Halfway to Randy's shack, Brad stumbled upon the oddest
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.