There is an ancient wheel in the forest. Its like the wheel of fortune except its covered with the teeth of the dead. I spun it once and won a Mazda. A few years later I spun it again and was torn into bite size pieces by demon zombie gorillas.
“That’s the thing about the game of life,” the preacher said at my funeral. “You win some and you lose some.”
“No,” yelled a little girl, “everyone loses in the end.”
The crows thoughtfully nodded in agreement and continued right on eating me. And somewhere a robot spotted a child’s escaped balloon and alerted the authorities that mischief was afoot.
