The World Has Gone Mad!!! By Omari Bush

    Not really sure what's going on,  or even how to explain it! At first sight, it looked as though a group of fraternity pledges from the local college were out messing around and acting crazy, but then the fun seemed to be going a little too far as the screams from the young girl who was running from them turned into a loud high pitched screech that shook my soul, and nearly pierced my eardrums. As I begin to move closer, in stealth mode of course, the screeching was often interrupted by a whining cry that caused me to focus my eyes on the rowdy crowd, immediately noticing blood gushing from the top of the now captured young woman's head, as one of the captors seemed to be sinking his right side k-9 tooth into the scalp of his prey. As my initial response was to spring into action and save the helpless woman, my mind begin to convince me that I was thinking with the wrong head, and that I should take into consideration all of the variables of this scenario: 1. I am outnumbered, 2. I am not as fast as I used to be when I was younger, 3. my mastery of the martial arts came from television, and 4. I would blow my cover and my fantastic hiding place in this tree. There were other variables to consider, but I was convinced by the 4th variable, and by that time she had stopped that horrendous screeching and just laid on the ground mumbling, so I guess she was okay. I would have climbed down and checked on her, but after about two hours she got up and walked off with Mrs. Smith from the old house down the road. Mrs. Smith, was always helping everyone in the town. She would always bring me an apple pie every Sunday after church, until she...until she... Sorry I must have mistakenly assumed that the woman that helped the young lady was Mrs. Smith, but Mrs. Smith passed away two weeks ago, so it couldn't have been her. I was even one of the pallbearers at her funeral. I can't even trust my own eyes, but I could have sworn it was Mrs. Smith. I mean she had on the exact same dress  that Mrs. Smith was wearing in the coffin. She even had the little blush circles that the funeral home put on Mrs. Smith's cheeks, so that she wouldn't look so..you know..dead. I can't make heads or tails of anything right now, but for the amount of time that I have been up here in this tree, I have seen several serious head bites and a few gruesome stomach feasts that mimicked a family picnic at the tables in the park. I'm not sure what kind of sick game this is, or if the world has gone crazy. All I know is that I am not leaving from this tree until that crazy man at the bottom of this tree who keeps walking into the side of the tree and continuously smacking his forehead against the old crumbling bark decides to move on. Then I will continue my investigation, hopefully by tomorrow, and in the comfort of my own home! Until then I will just sit nice and snug on this forked branch and save my strength in case I have to utilize my drunken monkey style Kung-fu.