Chapter 13 The door said Jaclynn Cherry CPA. There was a storm brewing outside the office as well as inside. Jaclynn was standing behind the desk sweating and the lightning outside illuminated her face. She was furiously shoving papers into her bag and burning the rest in a waste paper basket. Jaclynn had many famous clients, but the one client that was making her do all this was Bulldog White. She had been Bulldog’s accountant for years. And all those years she had been taking just a little off the top; not much, just enough so Bulldog wouldn’t notice. And he hadn’t noticed…until now!! Somehow Bulldog had found out about her bookkeeping, and the only thing Bulldog hated more than too much buttermilk in his cornbread was a crooked accountant. When Jaclynn was nervous she changed her pants. She was on her fifth pair now. Another bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder sounded behind her. She turned toward...
Chapter 4: Bulldog interrupted brusquely, “Arrr…that be all?! Thought you’d have more!” “Silence!” shrieked the Captain pompously. He continued, “Therefore, by the power of the Queen of England, I sentence you to walk the plank.” The Captain rolled up the scroll and placed it back in his vest quipping, “Any last words before I carry out the sentence?” “Yeah,” growled Bad Eye, “Do you need a special booster seat to reach the helm of the ship, Little Guy?” The whole crew snickered at this remark. The Captain whipped his head around to silence his subordinates, then turned back to Bulldog and declared, “We shall see how funny you are when the sharks have you for dinner.” With that, the Captain slowly opened his overcoat to reveal a shiny pistol. Maintaining uninterrupted eye contact with Bad Eye, he leisurely removed the gun from his waistband, pointed it at Bulldog and said evenl...
Chapter 8: In a sterile and frigid laboratory, a tall man in a three-piece suit stood triumphantly facing a giant control panel while a six-foot rabbit dangled quietly in a cage over a boiling cauldron of water. After what felt like an eternity for the trapped rabbit, the tall man began to saunter around the cauldron in deliberate, calculated circles. “Well, well now, Easter Bunny…you know what I am in the mood for? Rabbit stew!” chuckled the man in the suit. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” cried the Easter Bunny. “What have I ever done to you?” “What have you done to me? You have ruined my sales! Collapsed my empire! Pushed me out of the market! Ring any bells, Mister?” screamed the man in the suit. “Your empire?” the Easter Bunny asked, his paws grasping the bars of the cage as he pushed his innocent nose through his tiny prison to get a better glimpse of his captor. ...
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