The Sausage Of Might - A Short Story

The Lone Sausage lay Still Contained In Its Wrapping Of Plastic Just Awaiting To Be Eaten By A Foolish Human. It Had been Sitting In The Sack Of Ice For Days Hence The Sweaty Rashes Consuming Its Cylander Like Tube Covering. The Meat was Dripping Fleashy Juices All Over The Sacks already Moiste Bottom. The Urine Soaked Covering Made From Anus Linings Was Spewing Meat Everywhere Due To The Gasses Inside From The Roting Flesh. The Sausage Propelled Itself Onto The Ground And Exploded Into A Mushy Pile Of Goodness All Over The Shack Floor. As This Was Happening The Owner Of The Sausage Came Home From His Long Holiday Away At The Anal Removal Plant, As The Sausage Hit The Ground The Owner Dived Into the Sweating Mass Of Meat Particles And Started writhing In Their Juices. But The Slush Had A Mind Of its Own, And Started Murdering the Small Man By Beating Him To death With a Blunt Cricket Bat. The bruised Wombat Like Man Lay Dead On His Shack Floor. Then The Meaty Being Ran Towards The City, And Eventually The Townsfolk Grew To Love Him For The Meaty Sack Of Sweat Mush That He is.