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The Great Flood (standard:humor, 909 words) | |||
Author: Oscar Rat | Added: Jun 01 2006 | Views/Reads: 3343/2336 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Noah saved the animals, but what about the insects. This is their story of the Flood. Oscar Rat | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story "Well . . . you're the boss, SR." So Noah Rat spent years wandering the world, flying first class all the way on the Supreme Rat's credit card. He put ads in the newspapers, made television commercials, interviewed insects, and slowly got his cargo together. It wasn't easy, since they kept dying on him and had to be replaced. He found he had to hire other rodents to help. A whole out of the closet industry was formed. Every pile of crap in the country was checked for gay bugs and limp winged flying insects. He had to lure the males in with pretty dresses and fancy little shoes. Noah even recruited butch houseflies to identify simpering little males for his cargo. He found he could hire pretty little butterflies to lure butch bugs. Meanwhile, the industrious rat had to build one gigantic outhouse that would float. All the other rats and rodents made fun of Noah and his efforts, complaining about the noise and the way their property values were going down. All but two rats -- those chosen by another, human, Noah for a different boat trip. Those two packed up and left during the night. Finally, the sweating, scratching, rat finished his gigantic crapper, and loaded it with squadrons of paired flying insects, dozens of digging denizens, and various pairs of happily fornicating lovers. When the rains came, Noah himself jumped on the now floating cruise crapper. His wife and kids waved to him as it floated away. They refused to get on though, and he was left alone with thousands of partying homosexual insects. After forty days and forty nights of breaking up fights and shoveling seasick insect puke from his craft, Noah was exhausted. "Noah," came the now familiar voice. "What the hell you want now? I did what you wanted. When we gonna get the hell off this thing?" "Noah, take it easy. Since the insects will have to start multiplying again, I gotta make them straight." "Jeeze. What now, Lord?" "You can sit back and take it easy. The rain'll stop in a few days, and things get back to normal." "Thank God -- I mean you --, Lord." Well, as gods can do pretty much what they want, the insects went from homo to bi and, with a loud "Whoop", started doing their thing. Noah, cursed, scratched, cursed, bitched, scratched some more, stomped, whimpered, and of course scratched. The floating crapper filled with crawling, and teemed with flying, insects as they happily multiplied to again fill the Earth. That poor rat almost went crazy before the rain and flooding stopped. Finally, the outhouse settled back to Earth and a grateful Noah Rat jumped out and ran through the mud. The insects also ran out and dispersed across the land. Noah stood on the muddy ground, looking around at the devastation. Then he noticed a wisp of smoke in the distance. Plodding over a hill from his isolated valley, he saw that it came from a little house -- his old home? He ran all the way, to find his wife was waiting as he barged in. "What the devil? What you doing here? I thought the entire Earth was to be flooded?" "Not here, Honey. Only that valley you were in. Why did you spend a month and a half floating around with those bugs?" The Supreme Rat looked down -- and laughed. Oscar Rat Tweet
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