Tu whit tu who … Tu whit to who … Tu whit tu whoooooo
Once again, the ghoulish black owls with goldish clock-like eyes, clad in hair-raising dark feathers, landed in mammoth battalion on a roof of his poor hut. In unison, they scratched and scratched the roof riotously with their sharp pointed claws, creating piercing metallic sounds while their ever wide open mouths hooted fiercely.
He bolted out of stupor, panting and puffing, his ribcage on the verge of exploding in horror. No! Where am I? He thought. This place was unfamiliar and everything was completely strange, in fact, he was like shag on a rock.
The gloomy red sky with huge horrific stars startled his bulging eyes. Within a flash of micro-seconds, the ancient pigmy-like people called Ndondotcha (believed to be the cave-dwellers) came out of thick clouds with heinous thunders and lightning in tow. They somersaulted in the air and landed on the ground, besieging the man in that solitary confinement.
All of a sudden the winding sheet dispatched through the tornado in swift serpentine movement, hovering into sight. From head to toe it wrapped the man like a dead body at the morgue. He thought of screaming. No, that would mean squaring the circle; the brainwave briskly crossed his mind and protested his thinking.
The Ndondotcha expressed their heart-felt courtesy to the man. The funeral drum resounded from nowhere. The Ndondotcha women ululated and clapped hands while their men knelt down facing the man in the death-trap.
“Tu whit tu-u-u-u-u-u whooooooo!” The ghoulish black owls flashed into view, a great squad hovering around while releasing dung on his head. Like furious thunders from the cannon, the clouds roared and rumbled, coaxing the red sky to burst into cloud-bursts.
However, there appeared a chopper made of wood, coated in a black sack all over. It bore cross-like structures on its wings on either side, and flapped like an eagle out of dark the clouds. The king of Ndondotcha, with a spine-chilling appearance and demon-possessed eyes, bailed out of the chopper. His limbs turned into bat-like wings and immediately as he was about to touch the ground on the centre the wings turned back to his normal limbs.
All Ndondotcha men and women kowtowed before him. They smeared their faces with dust and rolled their bodies wantonly on the ground.
“Lu-ku-sho-o-o-o-o-ona-n-na-na!” The king lilted an incantation while jerking his behind this way and that and spelled out powerful magical words.
Suddenly the lightning swept the man flat to the ground, paralyzing his entire body.
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