Clans vs. Twolegs
Prologue
"Hey Sam! How's it going?"
"Jerry my man! Long time no see."
"It has been a long time." Jerry admitted.
"Listen, there is something important for both you and me, and it could mean big bucks!" Sam whispered.
"Really? Fill me in!" Jerry exclaimed
"All right. A guy named Jared Hartbreak wants to take down that forest, you know, that White Hart Forest or something like that." Sam explained.
"Oh really?" Jerry questioned.
"Yeah. I don't really want to get rid of that forest, but 387 grand is 387 grand."
"What!" Jerry shrieked almost like a little girl. "And how many people will be working on this project?"
"Five. Me, you, and 3 of my other friends. So we'll each get about 77 thousand bucks apiece."
"Oh yeah baby!" Jerry shouted punching his fist in the air.
"Now don't get too excited. First you gotta sign a contract and all that other crap."
"Oh yeah. All right, let's do that later. Let's talk about the good old times."
"Oh like in 72' where we got in trouble for doing ding, dong ditching?" Sam asked.
"Yeah man, you should have seen the look on my mom's face when Mr. Hickman delivered me back home. It was hilarious." Jerry roared slapping his knee.
"Oh my god. You shoulda seen my dad's face, when he found out, his face turned into a beet, literally." Sam laughed. Suddenly sobering up, "He then took the belt on me."
"Ouch." Jerry sympathized.
"I had welts for weeks. And boy, did they hurt like the devil itself." The two men talked about the "good old times" for another half hour before they stood up. "Well," Sam said, be better go get that contract signed."
"All right." Jerry grumbled. They suddenly heard a rustle behind them and whirled around. They saw amber eyes fading back into the trees.
"Weird." Jerry shivered.
"Yeah I know. It's just that feeling that someone's stalking me." Sam agreed.
"Let's get outta here." Jerry said urgently jogging away.
"Wait!" Sam shouted.
"What?" Jerry asked irritably.
"My car's that way." Sam pointed in the other direction.
"Oh." Jerry said. Feeling foolish, he jogged, following Sam and catching up to him.