A War On Candyland

Jim Jaw skipped gaily through the fields of sweet cremewillows. He frolicked about on the mushy lemon-colored grounds. He was barefoot. He was fat. And he was happy. The sun was beaming down on his bright orange head and the birds were singing their songs to his improvised dance. Up and down he bobbed along, every few minutes plucking a little white cloud of gooey marshmallow goodness from off of a long glossy stem. Humming all of his cares of the world away, swallowing each sticky blob with a sense of triumph, pretending they were the burdens of society being consumed in his pleasure. His older sister was across the field swinging from the licorice trees that fringed the pond of mint jelly. She hollered for his attention. "Jim Jaw!" she called him. "Look at me! I can do a back flip!" But Jim Jaw paid none. He was too occupied stuffing his face. She persisted again calling his name at the top of her lungs. "JIM-BOB (out of frustration) YOU LOOK AT ME NOW! DON'T YOU WANT TO BRAG TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT ME!" She succeeded in getting him to stop gorging himself to death as he turned around with a face plastered with sugar and stared at her blankly from across the field. Berry-Jade grabbed two thick tarnished pieces of black sticky branches that dangled in front of her from the rest of the tree and tucked them between her thighs. She put both of her hands around the necks of them. Like Tarzan she swung through the air letting go midway and tucking her body into a ball landing belly first in the gem-green jelly with an awkward thud. "Some flip," Jim Jaw muttered to himself. And then something sad happened. Something so tragic and unexpected. Jim Jaw stepped on an active cherry bomb. His orange hair blew right off the top of his head. All that was left was little orange fuzzies sprouting out from his charred little skull. His bib overalls were cinged to smithereens with only remnants of jean fused to his pudgy white body. His hands were gone, feet were gone. Melted away like a fudge pop on a hot summer day. Berry-Jade didn't hear the boom while she was submerged in the mint goop, so it came as quite a shock to her when she came to the surface and found the front pocket of her brothers overalls resting like a lillypad a couple feet away from where she was. She knew something terrible had happened.  She crawled out of the pond and ran across the field as fast as her legs could run. And then abruptly came to a halt. Her scream could be heard from the mountaintops. Jim Jaws toasted lifeless body was laying supine in a puddle of bright red shiny juice.  Active cherry bombs in the rural areas of Gingermoss meant only one thing.................