The monkeys chattered in the trees as Morgan

The monkeys chattered in the trees as Morgan handed the pouch across the rusted fence. "I don't want it," said Marla, "Not now that the

Marla took the pouch and said, "No Morgan, I am going to the crossroads to play guitar against Satan and get your soul back." She walked down the dusty Southern road

to one of many Bush family estates where willful ignorance and egocentric agendas were highly lauded as christian-like coping mechanisms. It was the famous crossroads of lunacy an

d fundamentalistic religious paternalism. And of course, where there's crossroads, there's always a devil waiting to trade your soul in exchange for shedding mediocrity in whicheve

r skill would fulfill your ill-conceived sense of destiny. So there I was at the crossroads, with a crow upon the sign, hoping to beat the devil at a game of his design. He

challenged me at the crossroads to a game of wily murder. Scratch displayed various weapons were before me as I rolled the knuckle bone. My pawn took a candle stick to the library.

I planned to blow up Col. Mustard's thimble with plastic explosives, figuring that would take everybody out and I would win, but Mrs. Peacock burst into the library with an AK-47

and sprayed hot lead all up in that mutha just a-blastin and a-bustin every last living thing into oblivion. She didn't stop until the clip was clear. Mrs. Scarlet and Mr.Green

joined Ms Violet and Baby Blue in a victory celebration, shaking the crystallised lead from their clothes and opening some champagne... "Merry Christmas everyone!" they shouted.