Little Willie's Revenge
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While eating breakfast he was leafing through a pirate book he had found on the way out of his bedroom. It had all kinds of cool treasure maps with dotted paths leading through jungles and islands. A traveler could follow these paths to find all the different pieces of the treasure.
That's it! he thought as he crunched and munched, I'll rip her doll into different pieces, and then bury it all over the place, leaving a treasure map for her to go and find them. X will mark the spot where I'll bury the head! He ate the remains of his breakfast plate like a Labrador fresh from the hunt, and bustled off to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him, threw his pillow to the ground, and stood towering over the doll. His eyes, like a pale baking pastry, grew. His pupils, plump raisin toppings, bore down on her with a feverish delight. Abruptly he laughed, and grabbed her.
First off came her left leg. It tore easily enough; when in this mood his strength was deceivingly powerful for someone his size. With another quick motion he ripped off an arm, and then the other leg. Before long all of her limbs lay on the bed.
"Now for the fun part," he said, cruelly reciting a verse from a chapter in the holy bible he had been forced to study.
"Give me the head of John the Baptist!"
He dug two of his fingers into its mouth and wrapped the rest of his digits around its head; clenching until his knuckles became white. He pulled the body up to his chest, and ripped the head off with all of this might. A bit of stuffing fell from the severed neck to the dusty floor below. He put the head next to the other pieces and went back to where he had dropped the pirate book. Leafing to the back page, he ripped off a blank map meant for the reader to use. It was decorated so the smooth sheet of paper appeared to be old and timeworn. Its only markings were a small compass in the lower right hand corner. Four black arrowheads stuck out of the cross shape, pointing to the curly letters of the four directions.
Now, where to bury all of these pieces. He drew the house, the tree out front, and then the garden near it. Near the tree shading the house would go the dolly's quadriplegic body. Then from the tree in front, a dotted line to the garden where he would place the left leg. Nearby he drew a crude shed, and then a line from the garden to it, where he would bury the right arm. Then another line to the stables where he would put the right leg. Then he dotted another line arcing to the side of the house where another appendage would lay in thick bushes. He drew one final line around the house to the back yard. There between two small apple trees he grabbed a red crayon and drew a large X where he would bury the head. He looked at his map and began to laugh again, it was perfect.