Cookoo Charlie's Animal Alphabet - Cobra
Cobra
Charlie Hogan knelt down on his right knee, bowing his head. Pressing the index and middle finger of his right hand into the underside of his left arm, directly on the vein, Charlie began to meditate. Traveling thoughts deep into the earth, he prayed to the guardian of the green, whom he envisioned as a cobra goddess.
Standing up, he positioned himself perpendicular to the dartboard. He had to nail a double one in order to claim victory of his game of 301. Charlie inhaled deeply, raised his right arm for the throw. “I’ve always been crazy, but it’s kept me from going insane,” belted out Waylon from the bar’s jukebox.
Charlie began to experience energy emanating at his lower back. Beginning at his root chakra, the force, more like an entity, snaked its way up Charlie’s spine. As it reached his shoulders, it produced a hood, which enshrouded him in partial darkness and culminated at his crown chakra. The dart was launched. Charlie turned around and shook his opponent’s hand because he knew, he… KNEW… his cobra-flighted dart had struck home. He also knew he hadn’t thrown the dart.
A week later the Killer Penguins were minus a player. Charlie Hogan was in jail in Black River, Arizona, home of the largest annual rattlesnake roundup in the states, awaiting trial. He was being charged with domestic terrorism and first-degree murder.
After Charlie blew up the town’s transmitter, blasting the reptile-slaughtering society back to the stone age, he kidnapped its mayor. In an abandoned warehouse, he disemboweled him. Reaching his hands into the eviscerated elective’s insides, he pulled out the guts and began slicing them up as if he were a mad Jimmy Dean cutting gory gourmet sausage links.
Collecting the choice cutlets, Charlie laid them out in front of the mayor in a message that was perfectly clear: NO MORE ROUNDUPS!
Throughout his interrogation, he kept his mouth mostly shut. The only time Charlie opened it was when he was asked why he did it. Charlie looked the interrogator directly in the eyes and replied, polygraph-honest, “The cobra told me to do it.”
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