Y
ou horrible creatures! Wake up down there and emerge, for the leaves have fallen and
all men now seek answers!", scream Pong Mo to the ground.
This could have been Pong's greatest challenge had it not been for the crow's foot which
he waved fiendishly into the air. For with the foot, the poor defenseless garden worms
stood no chance. They had witnessed the power of the mystic bird foot and the rueful
cows which questioned its forcefulness. Mercifully they gave up.
"It would not have been wise to dispute me.", said Pong as he harvested the pathetic
worms into his glorious basket of golden silk. A basket which had been bestowed to him
from a begging peasant wishing not be flogged.
Then, with great laughter and much glee, Pong tossed the basket into the air. With each
deadly landing of the worms, Pong discovered new joy and soon the beautiful flower girls
would no longer seek shelter under the rocky cliffs.
"Must a man toss poor angling creatures into the air to gratify himself?", asked Pong.
"Yes, oh yes!" And then with furious happiness, Pong snatch out toward one to the
beautiful flower girls nestled between the rocks.
"Keep away, you perverted butcher of worms!" shrieked the flower girls.
Just then Pong notice that indeed he was unclad and all of nature was to witness the
foolishness of a man and his worms.
"This cannot be!", gasped Pong, for knowing that once a flower girl has seen him exposed,
all pleasure and joy would cease to exist regardless of the amount of airborne worms.
"Damn you, damn you all!", blazed Pong. And with this he quickly trampled the
remaining worms to extinction.
The End