The Concrete Jungle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two wild inhabitants square off in a life or death struggle in the concrete jungle.

Submitted: February 28, 2009

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Friday, Friday, FRIDAY!  One day only!  Watch a battle to the death between two wild inhabitants of the concrete jungle!  See an economy car square off against the dreaded forklift in a lethal life or death struggle for survival. 

 

The small car, a Ford Festiva, sits in the parking lot grazing about on the hot asphalt surface.  Occasionally, the Festiva raises it’s hood to look about for signs of danger.  After having consumed a small meal, the Fiesta races about the lot, recklessly making noise.  Round and round the Festiva goes, smoke flying from the exhaust pipe as the engine spits and sputters.  Kabam!  The car shudders and stalls as it slams into a curb.  With a bit of effort, the Festiva springs back to life.  Off and running again, the tires chirping occasionally as the car loses traction and spins wildly out of control.  Wham! The car feels a sense of deja vu as it once again slams against the curb again and stalls.  Exhausted from the exercises, the Festiva settles down for a nap. 

 

But wait, what’s this sound of ominous music we hear?  Something must surely be amiss as minor keys of music always suggests eminent danger.  Moments later, the large bay doors of the nearby warehouse slowly began to rise.  A truly frightening sound fills the air!  Whumpity, whumpity, whumpity, whumpity!  The sound of a propane engine reverberates from deep within the bowels of the warehouse.  Slowly, the dreaded jungle predator lumbers forth from the warehouse loading bay. Painted in gaudy brilliant colors, the massive forklift creeps forwards looking for a meal.  The forklift, spotting the snoozing Festiva, glares quite hungrily at poor little beast.

 

The forklift revs its engine in an attempt to wake and scare the poor little Festiva into running.  Snapping its hood upwards to attention, the Festiva is petrified and remains motionless.  Hungry and unwilling to wait, the ravenous forklift takes off like a shot straight at the side of the Festiva.  Crunch!  A set of forks ram through the passenger door as the car bounces from the impact.The forklift grunts and groans while straining to lift the Festiva.  The sound of hydraulics straining fill the air.    And it’s a body slam to the ground as the forklift pounds the car downwards into the parking lot surface.  The forklift, backing up rapidly, readies to make a another run at the wounded car.  Like a enraged bull, the forklift puts every last bit of energy into T-boning the Festiva again.  Boom!  The car slams sideways into the curb and bounces about helplessly. The passenger door is severely crumpled, clearly showing the Festiva is in trouble. 

 

Not quite satisfied its prey is down for the count, the forklift circles around behind the car, hypnotically spiraling inwards with each pass.  Without warning, the forklift flies forwards in a fury, slamming into the car’s rear bumper.  Bits and pieces of blood red colored plastic taillights fly everywhere as the rear bumper crunches inwards. The Festiva, now mortally wounded, can only struggle to hold the powerful forklift at bay.  Backing up, the forklift pauses briefly before slinking back into motion.  Circling around its prey ceaselessly, the forklift now senses the end is near.  Like a vulture, the forklift hovers just out of range, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

 

Moments later, while directly in front of fesitva, the Forklift raises its front tines to line up with the engine of the Festiva.  Revving its motor to full speed, the forklift holds its brakes briefly to build up energy and then charges headlong at the car.  With hideous tearing sounds, the tines drive inwards into the engine compartment, striking a vital organ.  The greenish hue of antifreeze spews downwards to the ground as the forklift raises and lowers its tines, ensuring the Festiva’s demise. 

 

Triumphantly, the forklift drags its now lifeless meal back to its den where it will dine upon the carcass later in the confines of a wrecking yard.  Three smaller forklifts circle about hungrily, but are too intimidated to square off against the larger dominate alpha male forklift of the pack.  The smaller forklifts must hungrily wait their turn. Once the larger forklift has satisfied its appetite, they will feast upon the remaining scraps.  Its just another fierce day in the concrete jungle.

 

Thanks for enjoying this episode of the “The Concrete Jungle”.  Tune in next week for the world premiere of rare footage showing  Jim, our resident animal handler, engaged in combat with a loathsome roof-rabbit. One can already hear Marlin saying, “We’ll watch from here safely while Jim risks his life to wrestle the rabid roof-rabbit into buying an insurance policy for its family from Mutual of O...”


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