The sun is setting and all is quiet, the

The sun is setting and all is quiet, the gentle breeze carries the scent of woody moss and honeysuckle, I lit the candles that formed the path through the woods to the gazebo where

the newborn faun I'd plucked from his mother's embrace not four hours ago would meet his sacrificial demise. But wait! Three large bucks had formed a protective triangle in my way.

Artemis stepped out from amongst the bucks. Her light blinded me, I collapsed, I couldn't breathe. My legs started twisting, my feet became hard hooves. "Arise, satyr," her awful v

ulva spoke. God it was awful. It looked like a chicken pot pie cleaved in half with ketchup on it. But now I was a satyr and it was Saturday night. The Centaurs

Joined me at the table, including Trans-Neptunians. It made for an unforgettable meal. My horoscope was done. It was free because I did the cooking for them. Well worth it.

It was a little odd but still agreeable for us all to sit and relax a while after dinner, as we were generally post-incarnate and meta-temporal. But the Trans-Neptunians seemed to

disapprove of our post prandial relaxation, preferring to leap up immediately from their dessert plates and run around the five rings of Neptune until they hyperventilated.

The Venusians, on the other hand, were more circumspect because of their compound eye stalks. They considered everything from multiple angles. That is what made them formidable.

I could feel a cold sweat gathering on my brow as i considered my next move. With every new idea that entered my head, I could see the Venusians processing every counter move.

I couldn't take it anymore. My gut was in knots, I felt the thick pain in my gut that always came before explosive, bowl-splattering diarrhea. I surrendered as i filled my pants.