The Revenge Of The Muffin.

The evening of the the boy’s 8th birthday is met with both embarrassment and joy. It meant that he was ready to go out by himself for the first time without his mom, Mildred.
‘There be monsters among men.’ She warned the boy, ‘just be my brave boy and rush back. My three shillings…’ she hands over the money ‘but…buy everything that your eyes desire, my birthday boy!’
The boy was totally enamoured. Mildred isn’t always this rewarding but the boy sailed the momentary bliss. The embrassment was as strong. The bullies from school stole his triple chocolate muffin & said they would return for the rest of his birthday bounties.
‘By the embankment the sweet shoppe is the…’ Mildreds tongue sticks out but the boy beats her to it.

‘The one with the red door!’ the boy exclaims, the boy realsing he could buy 8 triple chocolate muffins. Bullies R.I.P.

‘My boy, if i remember rightly… the establishment might be run by a strange man, I’ve heard rumors that the beggars steal from him are made sorry.’ Mildred had an eerie sneer but a rather romantic smile. The boy thought for a brief moment: is my mom going to let me go or is she riffing on this man for some other reason?
By running, the boy scurried the evening streets like a murderous rat. The sweet shoppe stood just right where he’d remembered. But there was no man. Not a soul greeted him, instead the dazzling display of the sweetes treats blew the boy away. The boxes & boxes & even more boxes of sweet bundles.

‘I bet they are filled will the tastiest bon-bons.’ the boy ran his mouth, supposing the man might pop out to help. The sign read 13 shillings for a box. The boy reluctantly moves on, toward the back then. But…he remembers…The muffin stolen by the bullies. In the maddest moment, the sense of revenge urged him to strike. He steals the box and runs.

By the bins of the embankment, the boy removes the evidence. The boy eats every single sweet, just too scared to return to his mom. Suddenly the boy senses something. He thumbs the bin, trying to grasp it for…The rest of his body… It’s red hot. Blimey. The boy begins to feel his backside become rather bushy! By the minute, everything races before him in streaks of zany colour. The bins seem to expand, the surroundings too. The boy metamorphosed into a skunk!!!

Still by the bins, the boy is stunned when he hears a blurt of something extremely loud. As he tunes in, he sees a rather beefy looking man sticking out the rubbish. The boy or err… boyish-skunk is stuck there. Stopped by the horrible, sweaty fear. Someone more elegant meets with the man, its the boys mom. She mentions briefly, ‘I’m looking for my son!’

‘Mildred, its me.’ The man bellows. But before he spins round, the man stops. He stares by the bins. Evil seems to emit from his glare. The man replies to Mildred’s scarce mutterings.

‘Bite me, I mean. Remember me? I’m running errands for my establishment. I’m sorry about the missing boy. But back at my establishment, I might be able to ring someone. In the meantime, my muffins are for sale.’ He grins.

The End.

By The Myth Maker