Short Story Of Kid Roadrunner
I took a literal hike along the low-saline soil over yonder, not far from the precipice. I bore witness the Roman-nosed rock face. All salinity lost? Yes, all salinity lost.
A roadrunner flashed between the Manzanita trees. Coyote was not in pursuit. Got me thinking, what if Roadrunner had a kid? A son, one Coyote never knew existed.
Montages of Kid Roadrunner in training, Dad Roadrunner analogous to Texas Pop Warner football coaches: “Dammit son! Your ‘Beep Beep’ is way off pitch!” “Spin your legs, don’t rotate ‘em!” “Evade! Evade! Evade!” Furthermore, montages of warm memories when Dad Roadrunner dropped the tough guy act:
“Holy bearded dragon! There’s poop all over your beak, get ‘over here you stinky little bastard.” …show more content…
In his father’s film sessions (of which there were many), he’d secretly watch Coyote. The bombs, the snares, ye ol’ boulder-down-a-mountain. Dad had kept his son a secret and in general, avoidance had been Dad’s M.O. But not the Kid, aggression had festered within ever since his mother passed.
One day Coyote ‘got the jump’ on the old man, every dog has his. Coyote’s dusty China finally went to work and let me tell you, Roadrunner tasted delicious; children love toys because it takes forever to open the packaging. Kid Roadrunner waited in their cactal nest all night, all morning, all alone. His time had come. Too early? Perhaps, but the time to become a hero has never been a convenient one. Kid Roadrunner put on some pounds, doubled his rattlesnake intake for six days then crafted snares, planted charges and designated a kill zone.
The day arrived, the Looney Tunes’ Orchestra amped it up O Fortuna-esque. Coyote aimlessly meandered down the run like cattle to slaughter. Trapped in a snare, exploding boulders perished Coyote.
47 Ronin could not have done it better. As his father taught him, Kid Roadrunner neatly set Charon’s obols in Coyote’s sockets. He let out a sigh, not of relief, but of
A roadrunner flashed between the Manzanita trees. Coyote was not in pursuit. Got me thinking, what if Roadrunner had a kid? A son, one Coyote never knew existed.
Montages of Kid Roadrunner in training, Dad Roadrunner analogous to Texas Pop Warner football coaches: “Dammit son! Your ‘Beep Beep’ is way off pitch!” “Spin your legs, don’t rotate ‘em!” “Evade! Evade! Evade!” Furthermore, montages of warm memories when Dad Roadrunner dropped the tough guy act:
“Holy bearded dragon! There’s poop all over your beak, get ‘over here you stinky little bastard.” …show more content…
In his father’s film sessions (of which there were many), he’d secretly watch Coyote. The bombs, the snares, ye ol’ boulder-down-a-mountain. Dad had kept his son a secret and in general, avoidance had been Dad’s M.O. But not the Kid, aggression had festered within ever since his mother passed.
One day Coyote ‘got the jump’ on the old man, every dog has his. Coyote’s dusty China finally went to work and let me tell you, Roadrunner tasted delicious; children love toys because it takes forever to open the packaging. Kid Roadrunner waited in their cactal nest all night, all morning, all alone. His time had come. Too early? Perhaps, but the time to become a hero has never been a convenient one. Kid Roadrunner put on some pounds, doubled his rattlesnake intake for six days then crafted snares, planted charges and designated a kill zone.
The day arrived, the Looney Tunes’ Orchestra amped it up O Fortuna-esque. Coyote aimlessly meandered down the run like cattle to slaughter. Trapped in a snare, exploding boulders perished Coyote.
47 Ronin could not have done it better. As his father taught him, Kid Roadrunner neatly set Charon’s obols in Coyote’s sockets. He let out a sigh, not of relief, but of