THE COW THAT IS MEANT FOR SLAUGHTERING NEEDS TO BE FATTENING

Twenty-two men in black uniforms paddled through the creek at the rear of the palace, and it was the disturbance of the night insects that makes the tight-lipped men curse out.

"The mosquitoes here were bigger than houseflies and they can devour the flesh of a baby before daybreak."

"Let them be. We are the ones invading their lair."

Dressed in sweaters, hoods and socks. Yet the mosquitoes with their six thin, needle-like mouthparts, pierced the clothing and the flesh of their victims, find their blood vessels and suck their blood with their stylets.

"Ouch!"

One among the men raised his hand, targeted a mosquito that just perched on his nose, and then descended with calculated speed on the tiny insect.

WHACK

"Ahh! I can't imagine that I just slap myself, and the mosquito even congratulates me for being a merry fool after."

"My problem is not the mosquitoes, but how we planned to pull this enormous task through. Am scared of sneaking into the palace cell, being aware of what lies ahe
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