"Freakery."
"Freakery?"
"Freakery," he whispered in my ear while others clapped that strange jig. They made me dance. Once, crawling, chased my feet for laughs. Chained to the post where they served me slop, I tried to match their rhythms, but they'd swap one for another once I did. "Dance!" they sang.
"But why?!"
And they screamed: "Freakery!"
"Freakery?"
"Freakery!"
What did it mean? Was it the song title, or the name they'd given to their mountain games? What sane people make someone f** the animals of their farm while some damn kid plays the mouth harp? Oh how they laughed at their captive! I danced and danced, I wanted to live!