A/N: This is simply insanity…that's why it has Farfie…..and C. Macky, and Flowers….and Butcher shops…and Dark of Sky….oh the horror…
Farfie's Revelation
Co-written with C.Macky
It was a sunny, happy day, in the lush rolling hills of Ireland. Just the kind of day sweet little Farfarello liked best. He skipped through the daisy covered field and looked lovingly at his flower-imprinted sandals, WITH COW INTESTINES ON THEM! The kind that Jesus wore….
He had been sent to town by his mother, the nun, (he was adopted of course), to buy cookies and SOY milk for his loving Uncle Lars. Then, Disaster (or fate) struck, poor Farfie didn't even have time to pray to God to save his poor Flower imprinted Sandals, WITH COW INTESTINES ON THEM! The kind that Jesus wore, sandals. For out of the ground popped a whole army of ants!
"Well, look at ya wee little fellows!" said Farfie with glee. Suddenly his glee turned to fear…
For the ants were attacking with mass force of there wee little pincher like mouths at his flower imprinted sandals, WITH COW INTESTINES ON THEM! The kind that Jesus wore, sandals.
"Oh no, they're after me Lucky Charms!!" He screamed in horror and ran as fast as his wee little legs would carry him, through the daisy infested meadows which he so adored, and into a street where everything was dank and dark, made only of stone. He stopped dead, half-realizing that the ants had long since disappeared. (with his Lucky Charms and flower imprinted sandals, WITH COW INTESTINES ON THEM!!! The kind that Jesus wore, sandals)
Poor Farfie sat down and cried…and moped, and cried some more.
"Hey, kid…" someone *randomly* bopped him on the head with a sheep's leg, soon to be turned into haggis. (mmm, yummy!)
"Do you like," the old man snickered insanely, one puke-green blood-shot eye rolling, "Knives?" Asked the mud encrusted man with drool dripping out the corner of his mouth and down his matted, mud encrusted beard.
Poor wee little Farfarello didn't know what to say, so he followed the mud encrusted man with drool dripping out the corner of his mouth, down his matted, mud encrusted beard who, when he walked, dragged on two of his three mud encrusted boots stained red with something Farfie didn't know what it was.
"Here we are, lad," the mud encrusted stranger said licking his dry, cracked lips and reaching toward the dingy wood door in front of them.
"AAAAAAH! IT'S THE WEE ONES WHO TOOK ME Lucky Charms!" Farfarello screamed as the muddy man opened the door. The door now lay open, disclosing for his poor contaminated eyes to see the room was covered in ants, all various animal parts that hung from ceiling and the wall with various knives on them.
The sight was too much for the wee little lad named Farfarello. The sight of those knives filled his wee little heart with such admiration, awe and wonder. And so he ran to the nearest knife, grabbed the smooth silver handle, and started hacking away at everything in site! Then, breathing deeply, a soaring feeling in his chest, he calmly walked over to a dark corner and sat down to lick the nicked blade........
And from there things kinda went down hill.
A/N: well, that was a very different take on Farfie's early childhood. But, I still prefer the regular Farfie…yeah.
Well, keep in mind that this was written with C. Macky and she deserves as many flames as I do. Thanks!
