Daisy Fitzroy. You beautiful bastard you. If only you knew what I know. Maybe then you'd be less hostile towards me. But never the less, no amount of love and affection could even stop an eagle from catching a snake.
My name is Tots Figland and another bright and sunny Wednesday has been blessed upon common folk. Looking back at all the work done is the mind of a quiter... It's always rolling rolling rolling, just have to keep going forward and work harder... that's the only way to be the bee.
I should be grateful enough that their letting a little odd boy such as myself attend the fair( sure I'm just here to for decorations, arraignments and cleaning up the platforms and machines). Mr Fink had a number of us swap out the vending machines that appeared to be damaged with brand new ones.
My simple fifteen year old body was shaping it's selfish to be one powerful work of art. It was during one of my set ups o the "Vini Vendor " vendor machines that I was reminded of just how little our people are cared for. Forced to he's to clean two soldiers boots was one of the new young men possessed in that part of Colombia.
I swear the site of the guards pointing their guns at he's head, while he quickly whipped away the dust off their shoes, strung at my heart string as a three little word slowly crawled into my head.
If it hadn't been for my duties I'd have continued to see was to happen next, but alas a damaged Veni! Vidi! Vigor! vending machine laying in the bushes far away from the rest of the rally was calling my name and just had to answer it.
From the angle I spotted it, to the place we're it laid... the vending machine was not going to be easily retrieved. As a man, I needed to find a way to pull it back out all on my own. With the help of some good old trusty rope I lowered my self to the bushes located on the building right below. The closer I got to the machine the stronger the sent of oil and rotting meat got.
This was going to be one hell of a sticky ride back up. With my feet now on the plush green bush, a thought occured to me about a story some of the elders told to each... One that said a vending machine once attacked a man and ripped he's head off.
Upon closer inspection the machine looked quite older than any other I had seen before. Infact it was so old stinky that I couldn't keep a straight face as I hoisted it back upward. It oozed droplets of oil onto my face as I pulled the rope down and sent up. But even when the Automaton grabbed the rope and pulled me towards it! My heart skipped a beat.