The Trip to Wipewitaleaf Part 3 Schadenfreude- joy in other’s suffering Mirko grasped the bow in his rough hands, calloused from afternoons spent bashing rocks together to form spear tips in his backyard. “Alright Mirko, on my signal. One, two, HIT THOSE VC SCUM WHERE IT HURTS!” Shouted Cobra, his face a red tangle of bulging veins peeking out from his leafy costume. As Mirko drew the bow back, a grey squirrel emerged from behind a tree and skittered in front of the target. Rosie pointed at the woodland creature. “Look at the cute squirrel!” Mirko, adjusting his aim, let go of the bowstring and WHOOOSH the arrow careened through the air and THUNK pierced directly through the eyeball of the squirrel, pinning its twitching body to the sandbag. As his classmates shrieked in varied degrees of horror, Mirko allowed himself a rare smirk, a pre-programmed elicitation of his Soviet
Schadenfreude/ Wipewitaleaf Part 3
Schadenfreude/ Wipewitaleaf Part 3
Schadenfreude/ Wipewitaleaf Part 3
The Trip to Wipewitaleaf Part 3 Schadenfreude- joy in other’s suffering Mirko grasped the bow in his rough hands, calloused from afternoons spent bashing rocks together to form spear tips in his backyard. “Alright Mirko, on my signal. One, two, HIT THOSE VC SCUM WHERE IT HURTS!” Shouted Cobra, his face a red tangle of bulging veins peeking out from his leafy costume. As Mirko drew the bow back, a grey squirrel emerged from behind a tree and skittered in front of the target. Rosie pointed at the woodland creature. “Look at the cute squirrel!” Mirko, adjusting his aim, let go of the bowstring and WHOOOSH the arrow careened through the air and THUNK pierced directly through the eyeball of the squirrel, pinning its twitching body to the sandbag. As his classmates shrieked in varied degrees of horror, Mirko allowed himself a rare smirk, a pre-programmed elicitation of his Soviet