Barney

The Purple Velociraptor

Robin was driving her children to the new day care center in town. The children were addicted to the large purple velociraptor like a bird overtaken by the pheromones of his mate. They demanded that they be allowed to attend, they had to, they were born to. The name on the sign seemed rather odd but there were children out playing on the jungle gym's and swingsets in the side yard. The sun shined brightly yet seemed to cast eery shadows over the parking lot and building. Once parked, the children scrambled from their car seats, flinging open the sliding door on the "soccer mom" van. They scampered off into the building ahead of their mother. Screams of delight instantly turned to screams of terror upon entering the new facility. Seemed it lived up to it's name. In the back corner of the room was a solid concrete wall with shackles and chains, 2 children were there, bound in the chains, crying for their mommy's when all of a sudden, the lights dimmed and the scream of a hellish beast could be heard....all the teachers were chanting in a foreign tongue, and then ................it appeared!!!!!!! - by John Westenhaver

I never trusted that damned purple thing from the moment we brought it home from a garage sale. It always seemed to be leering at the outher stuffed toys. I begged my older brother to keep them seperated. Then one afternoon we came home and were confronted with this scene of carnage in our garage. It is true: "In the End there can be only One. . . "