Granny

(folk tragedy in 3 parts)

Part 1

It was a fine summer day. On the branches of the curve of the apple tree there were fat sparrows and shit on the green grass. Student Fedya Moshonkin very angry. These nasty little brothers in mind were completely crazy, Mosonkin thought. Once again they were smearing his fragrant cannabis, which he was growing with great enthusiasm in the garden plot. The shit was getting bigger and bigger, and Moshonkin became annoyed.

Asta la vista nestlings frowned Fedya, picking up a big babusin hoe. Suddenly, something like a memory appeared in the gray matter of his brain. But it was at least strange. Memories visited him very rarely, more often his internal content was filled with a pleasant, not straining half-dark. And here on you. In front of him, like a bald lamb, out of the fog, a figure of a grandmother appeared in a raskoryachku, his hairy legs curling over the beds. In her hands she held the hoe that was in Fedor’s hands. We must pay tribute to the grandmother, she knew how to handle chopper. Moshonkin saw such a technique of dealing with deadly weapons for weeds only once ... in a film where the old Japanese samurai fought off the alien brain suckers from the planet Vyperdopulo.

Granny was steep like the peak of Kilimanjaro during the monsoon rains in Cambodia.

It would be necessary to fuck this awkward Moshonkin thought and raped ...

(to be continued)