So, a Drabblecast fan recently posted this drawing on her Facebook wall, saying:
"My nine year old sister drew this today. It's "A bear that died from scratches," she says. #creepy #horror #kidart"
Anyways, it's gotta be one of my favorite pieces of art ever...so I wrote a handful of microflash stories to accompany it and offer possible context....
"Jesus Bear's cross for our sins!" announced little 9-year old Sarah, proudly showing off the image she drew in Sunday School to her parents.
"But you can't really see it with Jesus Bear hanging in the way."
"Who's been sleeping in my bed?" Mamma Bear asked her husband through clenched teeth, the .357 magnum trembling in her paw.
A Bear That Died From Scratches
"Do it Piglet! Pull the goddamn trigger!" yelled Christopher Robin.
"B-b-b-b-but Chris, it's Pooh-- it's our friend!"
"Whatever that thing is Piglet, it stopped being our goddamn friend the second it died from scratches and then got the fuck back up. Now are you man enough to do what needs to be done; to send that son of a bitch back to the fiery hell it came from before it frees its leg from that honey jar and gets up after us? Or are you just like he is Piglet-- nothing but a dead man walking? Because let me tell you something son, it's a different world out there now past the 100 acre quarantine zone. No cell phones, no radio-- shit boy, you know as well as I do that that big orange cloud bank we saw off to the west yesterday morning was them taking out L.A."
"B-b-b-b-b-but why Chris?? Why would the g-g-g-g-government do something like that?!"
"The same reason we had to rob that family back in Masonville to get this station wagon Piglet. The same reason we had to leave Tigger back at the abandoned quarry before he turned, after we found he'd been hiding that scratch under his nap sack. The same reason you've gotta pull that trigger now son... because that's just how things are now. You do what you gotta do to keep Hell away from your doorstep just as long as you can, or you give up and take the easy way out, like Owl did.
It might be the end of the goddamn world out there boy, but I reckon there's still enough rope to go around for the both of us... if that's how you wanna handle it. When it comes to that... "
"Either way, now's not the time for fuckin' ch-ch-ch-chatter, you hear?
Now's the time to let that shotgun right there in your shakin' little arms do all the talking.
Cuz when a shotgun talks, little pig... a shotgun don't never stutter."
"Give us all some Jelly"