Oscar has made his way to Mexico.
I would like to know more about the ALF, (The Animal Liberation Front) how, where and why of it. Who helped him and what became of him? My own tail is on the dark side and I would like to have something to balance it out.
Please note that Monsanto, Syngenta and Bayer Pesticides all refused my suggestions for ad placement here. As insects became less and less edible as a food source thanks to the above, the birds opted to feast on the higher food chain source, ‘McHuman.’
Or add YOUR additions to the story line in commentary. My character is in the dark Marlin Brando, Charles Bronson range. Black leather jacket – a Revolutionary and looking for revenge.
Oscar, shifted his feathers as he stood above the warm Mexican town. It had been a long trip from the cold wet climate of Port Angeles, WA and the warmth of the port town of Manzanillo, was welcome. The sun felt good upon the dark black leather jacket that was fastened tightly up to his neck. A rumble of wheels alerted him to the oncoming of human presence and his right talon flexed nervously as he touched the mini Ruger strapped to his left.
His flock was at his back, ready to attack. Centuries of abuse and imprisonment had festered far too long and his kind were now striking back. Gitmo Northwest in Clallam County WA, had taught him well, and he now used New Zealand Keas as lieutenants of his force. No tire valve would be safe from his beak, windshield wipers were toast and ripped off during the night, overnight backpackers learned to guard their eyeballs. His owl allies had taught him stealth and he and his kind would attack at night and retreat to hide in the foliage of palms and trees during the day. Nudist beaches closed up after a few other balls were nipped off.
The slow moving cart was smuggling knives to a local cutlery store. Knives that his informants assured him could be used by the parrots and was something his tribe needed. The memory of his incarceration and his sewer cleaning crawls would remain a stench never to be removed. Oscar was sure that cleaning those pipes was the cause of his feather loss. So many, so many abuses occur to the underclass. Pesticides sprayed upon workers and other inhumane practices simply because they happened not to be citizens of this “Land of the Free.”To be continued… What happened? More below.
The pheasants he had recruited like so many more waited for the order and his hummingbird spies swarmed like bees around his head. The attack on the town proceeded as it did with the cart. There was little effective resistance. The fishing boats were emptied of their catches and everyone was free wheeling and feeding in dizzy victory. This was to be repeated all over the coast and soon spread everywhere.
Was it a cosmic event or something even greater? Suddenly all creatures large and small had their I.Q’s increased, putting MAN at a distinct disadvantage. The enslaved and abused rose up and turned on their masters. The scriptures about man’s dominance over animals was turned on its head.
Psalm 8:4-8. Man is more valuable to God than animals –
Even more important, the Bible clearly teaches that men were created in the image of God – Gen. 1:26-28; 5:1; 9:2-6; James 3:9. This is not said of animals. Finally, the most important proof of all is that Jesus died to save mankind – human beings, not animals – Titus 2:11,12; 3:3-7; 1 Timothy 2:4-6; Isaiah 53:5,8; Romans 5:6-9,12,18,19.
If God values animals as equally important to man, why did Jesus not die for them?
The answer is obvious. Animals have no spirit, no moral responsibility, no eternal destiny, and therefore they are not held accountable for right and wrong.
I digress. Animals now had greater intelligence. The cows and sheep that went to the slaughterhouse suddenly bolted in the awareness of their fate. Oscars world had changed and it was one in which ‘Man no longer held dominion over the beasts.’ Even amongst some humans like myself there was a sense of relief – an unbinding towards something new.
Oscar and the Avians had won. Funny how my dark premise turned out. Edits or comments would be welcome and an invite To NEW BEGINNINGS- like the story ends.
Rather than continuing in a story I opted for a quick conclusion. I guess it could be called – God withdrew his permission of man’s dominium over the earth and its creatures. Guess that is what comes from struggling in High School English with parsing, conjugating, outlines and creating a story structure. That exceptional teacher never let me get away with anything. She was in-dominate, unfluster-able and simply an ogre. I never got to tell her how much I appreciated her.
All other contributions will be shown on separate pages as story lines. I will give the best a lovely rock, slab, plant or something.
Do contribute. It should be fun!
For those who would write about the how, what, when and where – or FUTURE Oscars adventures send me a comment!
“To be a rebel is not to accumulate a library of subversive books or to dream of fantastic conspiracies or of taking to the hills. It is to make yourself your own law. To find in yourself what counts. To make sure that you’re never “cured” of your youth. To prefer to put everyone up against the wall rather than to remain supine. To pillage whatever can be converted to your law, without concern for appearance.” – Dominique Venner
(c) Herb Senft 2013