Off we went, towards the fields.
Antennas were ripped off of cars and used to whip Bob as he lead the way.
Clothes were pulled off, wrapped around antenna and lit on fire.
It felt like yet another Hallmark movie.
Soon, some people were naked, especially those with the makeshift torches.
The ones whipping Bob remained fully clothed.
So did I since I’m so modest.
I did get a good antenna whip in.
Then we were deep in a field.
Even though there was no wind, there was rustling all around us.
We didn’t pay attention to this.
We just marched on until we came to a clearing.
In the clearing was a pole.
Bob saw this and groaned.
For this, he was mightily whipped with an antenna.
Someone pulled out a roll of Velcro and wrapped it around Bob.
The crowd hushed as the rustling continued.
The bouncer picked up Bob and threw him at the pole where he stuck.
And that was that.
We stood there for a few moments and watched as Bob struggled on the pole then, as one, we shrugged and started to walk away.
The rustling grew much louder.
Hundreds of children suddenly appeared.
“Holy shit!” somebody yelled. “It’s the mealie kids!”
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