Sally
studied him lying helpless on the table…She appeared distinctly
satisfied with her work, perhaps even smug.
"I'll
show you who the boss is." She whispered out loud, in a strange
almost haunting tone. Then she giggled; a sinister evil giggle
which echoed ominously throughout the room. Her vibrant blue eyes
opened wide and flickered, as she seemed to contemplate her next
move. Somewhere in the distance there was the ancient glorious
cry of a wolf howling in obvious pleasure… 'Perhaps he is
feasting on a tasty fresh rabbit' Sally considered to her self
which appeared to only excite her even further. As all at once
Sally began to dance. She skipped gleefully and with certain enthusiasm
about the table, and as she glided about seemingly effortlessly,
almost other worldly she hummed. The more frantic her dancing
became the more intensified went the humming. Quicker and quicker
still she went, as droplets of sweat began to bead upon her face
and forehead… Then abruptly, without any warning she simply
stopped, and stood completely still. Her inquisitive eyes began
to dart about the room, as if she was in search of something and
a wicked, almost unnatural grin manifested it self over her features.
Then she began to hop from one foot to another as she spied it;
the electric knife.
'Perfect.'
She thought as she allowed her tongue to lick her lips, 'absolutely
perfect.'
She
sneered at the still motionless man, still lying silently upon
the table. Then she sauntered casually over to the counter and
retrieved her prize. She studied it for a few moments, and then
she switched it on and the knife buzzed into life, vibrating within
her anxious fingers.
Slowly,
deliberately and with evident purpose she tip toed back to the
table. Again she grinned, and then all at once she held the knife
over the helpless man and forced the vibrating blade downward.
Once more she began to giggle uncontrollably, madly, almost hysterically
as the knife headed towards her defenceless victim.
Just
then the door unexpectedly sprung open. Sally stopped instantly
what she is doing, her face now filled with fear. Sally nervously
stared up at the person standing in the door way who was shaking
her head sternly in disbelief at the bizarre sight that had greeted
her eyes.
"Sally!"
She cried. "I have told you a dozen times before don't torture
the gingerbread men…Even if it is your eighth birthday, it
is not nice."
The end.
