This Witch Flies!
The village was on a giant cry'n toot over lose'n the election.
Most didn't vote, 'cause those run'n for office didn't give a horse's patoot for common folk.
Heckuba appeared on the rock ledge above the fire pit like a railroad spike hit'n the rails of the old choo-choo line. Gots everybodys attention, it did!
Kiva did her normal routine of get'n stiff as a board, while her tail poof'd out and her whiskers point'd straight ahead, tip'd over and fart'd. Her blue popscicle melt'n under her.
Bath time again for a sticky coat, I thought.
"Listen up, people. Hear me good! I ain't beat'n around the cistern, here," Heckuba yelled.
Then she snap'd her fingers (all twelve of 'em) and began:
"You got doofy-slap'd in the election 'cause you don't play Monopoly!" she said.
It was one of those moments...how do the kids say it? Ah, yes. A WTF moment with stripes and spots for good measure. Personally, when I was young, we call'd it a "What the Fuck!" moment. WTF? Jeez, kids today.
Everybody stood around look'n like their ears were pin'd to the clothes line and ask'n themselves, What the thunder did the Witch just say? Monopoly?
Heckuba seized on their minds spin'n (slowly, but try'n to get there). They were halfway 'tween bamboozled, gobsmack'd and WTF.
"Yeah, Monopoly. The game, pendejos! Board game from the 1930s!"
"Oh," said the villagers, sound'n zombie-like when say'n it. But, they got it.
Gus Martinez got up and said, "What the hell you be talk'n about, Witch?"
Heckuba gave Gus the stink-eye and then said, "Gus, you wear'n cammo?"
"Yep," replied Gus.
"Everybody can see you, including me. Change into something more civilized. Walk'n 'round like Rambo! Rambo wasn't a barber, either," chastised Heckuba.
Then Heckuba began explain'n what she meant by playing Monopoly.
"Monopoly be popular dur'n the Great Depression. No, not this one, George! One back in the 1930s. Made folks feel better play'n a dream, said Heckuba.
She went on, "Lot a fun. Everybody giggl'n and pass'n funny money around the table. But, there always be one greedy bully hoard'n the money and having all the properties. Nobody had fun play'n then. Dream be shatter'd and all."
Heckuba look'd long and hard at the villagers. Look'n everyone in the eye, one by one, check'n if'n the bell rung upstairs or someth'n.
Not so much as a tinkle. Heckuba went on, "Be the same now as it was back then. Fat Cats hoard'n money and squeez'n your hoo-haws and whatnot.
"Can't do anything about it. It's just business," said Mort. Village banker.
"Yes we can," replied Heckuba. "Monopoly bullies be sick in the head. Sickness be call'd GREED! Fat Cats will never have enough money to fill the void in their character."
Heckuba whisper'd loud, "These kinda people are killer of dreams and nations."
"What can ya do?" asked Molly.
"As Americans, you must understand Fat Cats can't be cured. So you make their dreams a nightmare. Take control of the Monopoly board and Call it the Greed Tax Act of 2016," said Heckuba.
Heckuba began to rise up from the rock ledge to float off, when she said, "Go for the throat in 2016. Time be a'wast'n!