If McFing hikes towards the abandoned graveyard
There is this one, really cool, now mostly vandalized graveyard with the stones having dates ranging from the 1880's up to the 1930's. It once was a beautiful spot, isolated in the country, now civilization has moved in and drunk kids have busted the stones up as best they can. Andrew sits on a gravestone and he begins sketching. From the trees above the graveyard many squirrels lay in ambush. They have made grenades out of tossed out Styrofoam cups, bits of tires, CDs, and other ditch debris, these are hot burning ones and a tall squirrel with military tassels on his shoulders motions for a volley, fourteen grenades fly down on the unknowing McFing there is a loud series of blasts, McFing flies off the gravestone and somersaults onto the ground burning like napalm, screaming in agony. Now comes the ground troops, with sharpened sticks, they charge chattering and stab him, some of the sticks stay inside his flesh, others the rodents manage to wrest fry to stab again and again. Nine minutes work and McFing lay burned and dead beside the ashes of his sketch journal.
