Ninth Post- End of Story 1

     That is when the creature hobbled over to my desk, where I was sitting with hands on my lap, my head hanging dejectedly. He let forth a cackle. That is when he had told me that this court summons was frivolous, and the cost of the lawyers had caused him financial troubles over the previous weeks. The bastard was counter-suing me.
     The insolence! The daring, the.. The... The disrespect! My rage frothed up inside me at that moment, and I lunged across the table in a half-successful attempt at wrapping my hand around his lumpy neck. His lawyers, who had been trained bodyguards, then proceeded to beat the living hell out of me. I was escorted (carried, would perhaps be more accurate) out of the room into a squad car, where I was taken to the city jail.
     And here I stew, in my shame and misery. I am awaiting to hear if Hogger shall press charges, which no doubt he will. The counter-suing, the charges, and the inevitable decline in my reputation shall no doubt be the end of me. Here I sit, with this strange, dirty man, in my cell of self loathing. Perhaps one day I can find a way to get back at that ugly, god forsaken animal, somehow. Until then, I shall reflect, I shall learn, I shall persist.
     And one day, I shall plan.
There is an unreadable signature at the end of the page.

Eighth Post

     It all started out well. I pleaded my case to the judge, my lawyers backing me up as well as they could. The snag came when the judge had started asking Hogger follow-up questions. I did all I could to contain my rage during this time.
     “So, Mr. Hogger”, the rather weighty judge said, “I see that you have served this man some raw meat at your establishment, which resulted in a horrible case of salmonella, which has been stated had almost claimed the mans life. What do you have to say to that allegation?”.
     “Fine judge,” which the beast seemed to dribble, “I do not mean to dishonor your court with this petty trial. All I can say is I simply sell proteins that are not prepared for consumption. I run a modest butchery, not a restaurant. The man ate the raw poultry completely on his own accord and stupidity, and not by any fault of mine”.
     I had argued against this. If the beast didn’t plan on his customers eating in his building, why did he insist on placing tables and chairs inside it? Surely, this was a formidable defense. Hogger, however, was not swayed.
     “I have those chairs and tables there for the consideration of the customer. On rather busy days, it is not uncommon for there to be a long wait for service at my establishment. The chairs are for sitting and waiting comfortably, and the tables are to rest your weary arms on, if you deem fit”.
     The judge then seemed to turn on me. He gave me glances as if I was a child who had no idea what I was doing. I tried throwing out every piece of evidence  I had. The judge said he had heard all he needed to, and ruled in favor of Hogger. I had lost my chance at revenge, and made myself look like a fool trying to obtain it.

Seventh Post

The Fifth Day:    

     Fate has damned me once again.
     I had met Hogger in court yesterday, and had smelled, tasted, and could see victory. I all but had it in my the clutches of my slender, witch-like hands. Why has my plan failed me so?! I cannot begin to explain my disappointment and my rage!
      A few following paragraphs are composed of curses, rants, unintelligible and indecipherable text that you cannot quite seem to make out, all ended with a giant ink splotch, soiling the lower remainder of the page.
     Now that even my pen has failed me, and I was required to ask a guard for another one, perhaps I can write the end to this miserable tale.
     I arrived at court a bit early, eager for the stomping I would deliver upon the head of the ugly thing. I had manuscript upon manuscript of legal documents defending my case (some, if not many, may have been forged). I had it won. I was caught off guard, however, when I saw Hogger arrive in a rather classy suit, and an equally opposing looking regiment of legal defenders. I remember gulping in doubt, but it only took me a moment to find my resolution once again.

Sixth Post

The Fourth Day: Finally! The day is here! I am taking Hogger to court! Victory shall be my tasty morsels soon, and they shall taste better than the sweetest honey. I am to put on my most cunning smile, my finest suit, and my most wicked attitude. I must hurry!

The page is crumpled and folded upon itself, as if the writer had quickly closed the book without very much care or patience.

Fifth Post

The Third Day:Not much to report today, it seems. I have sued Hogger, and the legal system is in action. It shall be a couple weeks before I can meet him in court, and make him literally pay for all he’s done. I cannot wait for the day!

 

 

Fourth Post

The Second Day: The following passage seems scratchily scrawled, as if the writer had been jittery or perhaps overjoyed while scripting the entry. You notice what seems to be little spots of water, and can only wonder if it is perhaps beads of drool.

Today I walked into Hogger’s butchery. I was disguised as an average Joe, ready to buy some of his questionable proteins. After asking the animal, which had somehow developed adequate speaking skills, a few annoying questions, I settled on the chicken. Ahh yes, chicken, perhaps the most dangerous of protein. I then walked over to a table, sat down, and unwrapped the chicken leg that I had purchased. I then began to chew on the chicken leg, and shirked at its cold, raw texture. I then pretended to choke on a piece of the chicken, and did my best to create a large, dramatic scene. Before anyone could reach me, I coughed up the piece of raw chicken I had been holding in my mouth. The following dialogue ensued:

“Vile creature,” I exclaimed, “this chicken that you have sold me has almost choked me to death, and it is raw!”

The beast let forth a slight cackle, and then said, “Foolish human, I do not sell the food prepared for consumption. You are to cook the chicken yourself. As for the choking, you need to chew your food better.”

I grew enraged, and yelled, “ Foolish? I am the fool, you say?! Well I say you are the fool, ugly thing! I can feel the onset of salmonella in my system.”

The creature let forth a guttural, frustrated sigh. “I have said, human, that the poultry and other meats I sell are not prepared for eating. If you get sick, it is your fault alone.”

I then revealed myself. The creature narrowed its eyes and chewed the air in anger. “Villain! You may have thought me entirely defeated, but I shall never forget what you have put me through,” I continued, “even though we have no forest or youth in us in which to conduct battle, I shall still get my revenge. You say the sickness would be my fault, would you? Well I say that my lawyers have something different to say about that!”

Hogger’s ears pricked up in thought, and he said with a confused tone, “What shall you bring me to your courts for? Have I done something wrong?”.

I grinned at the abomination wickedly. Whether he had done something wrong or not, he shall soon pay for what he has done to me.

Third Post

     As I grew older, my obsession to kill the beast gnawed at me. I had gone after the monster many times, and with me, increasing forces. As a boy, as a teenager, as a young man, as a grown man, I had tried and I had failed to destroy the thing that had dictated most of the decisions of my life. But today, I shall have my final and well deserved revenge!
     Times were different in my younger days. Growing old now, I see how things can alter very quickly. The values of man have changed, with work ethic being replaced by convenience. The forests and jungles I once grew up and thrived in have turned to concrete. Sometimes I find myself nostalgically thinking of the past, when things were green and cleaner seeming. I, however, pride myself on being able to adapt to change.
     Since the forests have been overrun, Hogger has opened a modest butchery. I have opened a multi-million dollar gadgets company, that creates new designs for simple, almost pointless things for people to indulge themselves in, such as new colorful coat hangers and assorted drink coasters. I have little to do with running the company, I just founded the corporation and put the people in to have it run like a well oiled machine, with me sitting back, plotting my revenge, and soaking up the profits.
     I have found the way to get back at Hogger for the lifetime of Hell he has put me through. Self doubt, irresolution, depression, all of these and more have been caused by that ugly, savage thing. I cannot beat Hogger physically, I have deduced. Besides, with oncoming old age for the both of us, another brawl would only serve to embarrass us both. I shall sue Hogger in legal court!