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How to Make a Fish Dance

The sheep didn't know what had happened. Sheep never have a clue, do they? Certainly not these. They scattered like birds at the first gunshot. And yet many remained standing, looking around dazedly. And i had a view of it all. I didn't need to worry about getting shot like them, though. Not at all. The stupidest of them were easy enough. Like sitting ducks, they were. I almost expected to hear a quacking sound over the reports. It is awfully loud, shooting a gun insuch an enclosed area. They had no place to run, though. Click! the gun was empty. Reload. More students and . . . yes, even a few teachers. My, but this was fun. Blood running everywhere and i had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not revulsion, no. It was . . . hunger? Could that be right? I hadn't been hungry in so long i had forgotten the sensation. Corpses lying everywhere, riddled with bullet holes. One had so often been shot in the face that it was impossible to tell who it was, or even if it was male or female; teacher or student. But it was all pretty, all the same. The complete ambiguity and chaos. The blood ran onto the ground in wetly beautiful pools, steam rose from it and the bodies across the benches and water fountain. Two had died together, huddling in one final embrace, heads now ruined and bleeding. But they were still beautiful, morbidly so. Utter chaos. But not quite all were dead! A girl, muttering and crying behind a bench, trying to keep silent. Another shot. Dead. But now there were others. They had guns too and were trying to make the shooting stop. Silly men. Silly bluemen. Carry guns to stop shooting? Ha ha. They pointed at me and they said something, but not in words i could here, not anymore, not properly. Now their faces were turning red and angry-like, but if only they would speak more clearly! It wasn't my fault. The sheep had it coming. And it was all pretty now and They were going to ruin it! There were more shots. The bluemen ran away again. One tripped and fell and didn't get back up. The others didn't go far. (How silly they looked trying to run!) They only went to the end of the building. I couldn't let them take me away (because i knew that was what they had planned, oh yes, indeed!). Away from all the wonderful red gleaming beauty around me. Away from the place i was at. With all the trees and benches and water fountains. I tried to tell them that all i wanted was just to see, to see, but they couldn't hear me, i guess, because they started sending little bugs zipping all around me. Not nice bugs either, like ladybugs and butterflies and dragonflies, but mean little stinging bugs like bees except these didn't buzz. They whooshed. They stung me some too, but most just went away and hit the wall. Stupid little bugs. They were like sheep. Just like the other sheep that were dead now too. But they weren't really dead, the other sheep, because i still remembered them and everybody knows that if you remember something it is always still alive. And but now they knew their little bugs weren't doing their job and hurting me, so they stopped sending them. The bluemen were looking at me funny. I hate when they do that! That's what the sheep always used to do except they didn't just look, but they said things, bad hurting things and threw things, too. But they didn't throw their words because they were too stupid to know how. And now the bluemen were looking at me like the sheep did. But now they were coming towards me and i couldn't do anything. There were more shots, but they still kept coming because it wasn't really the bluemen now, but it was the blackmen with the funny plastic faces and the letters on their backs. Their eyes were hidden almost but not quite. I could have taken their eyes, but they were too fast. It didn't hurt very much when they used the heavy steel on my wrists. I wonder where all the blood went. Do you suppose the Earth drank it up?

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