There was something about watching a pool of blood dry to a crispy crunchy coating in the desert sand that made one hungry for something deep fried.

Or it could of just been she hadn't eaten since yesterday morning.

The weasel queen didn't even consider cannibalism, there was not point in such a thought as her weasels had already stripped the meat off the corpses and were busy playing a grisly version of Jenga with the bones.

"Mayonnaise!" The cheer rose up in weasel speak as the tower clattered down, the sound covering up the Queens sigh of boredom.

Trying to kill time while the desert killed her, The weasel Queen glanced over the horizon, making a game of counting the circling buzzards.

It was the most boring game she had played since Hgftrag, the weasel game of seeing who fell asleep first. She tended to win, it was that thrilling.

“Hello, whats this?” Sitting up, she squinted through the blowing sand, trying to make out the dark shape coming towards them. As it drew closer, she realized with a slight shock it was a child.

“Quick! Hide the remains!” She barked at her troops, whom popped the clean bones into their fuzzy cheeks, giving her distorted smiles.

She couldn't help but return the smiles as she shook her head. Such strange little troops she had. Dusting off her pants seemed a fruitless task in the desert, but she attempted to do it anyway, giving up shortly there after.

Something about the child was off.. The Weasel Queen couldn't place it until the girl got closer.

“You're not a child.” She simply said to the frilly dress clad young woman, unsure of what to think of the smile that curled over her painted lips, like a lizard over a sun warmed rock.

“Of course I'm not. A child wouldn't do this!” She laughed, swinging out her tattered teddy bear, whom suddenly sprouted a mind numbing varied assortment of blades and other such fun.

The weasel Queen jumped back, cussing as the cuddly beast just missed her still healing stomach. “What the fuckin hell is wrong with everyone here?!” She yelped, as she dodged again.

“Glanfw! Roll for me!” She shouted, as she dodged and ducked, grabbing up a rock from the sand.

“Hisft mafk inflation?”

“Does it look like I need that rolled?!” She yelled, yipping as the bears struck the rock right infront of her face. “She's got the go I would think!”

“Stop moving so much!” The girl screamed, frustration coloring her face. “Hold still so I can kill you!”

“Bgfrt!”

“Holy shit! No way!” The Queen grinned even as she lost some curls to the creepy young woman. “Give me the last one!”

“Bgfrt! Bgfrt!” The weasel cheered, jumping up and down, the others folowing suit and soon the whole troop was bouncing up and down, chanting with him.

“What.. the.. hell..” The girl paused, noticing the weasels for the first time, she stared at them, distracted from the fight.

“That's all I need!” She whooped, whipping the rock with all her might, straight at the girl.

A meaty wet smack filled the air  and she crumbled to the sandy ground, blood streaming from her forehead.

Grinning, The Weasel Queen gathered her dice up and slipped them back into her faded crown royale bag. “Rolling two 20's in a row. Damn I love these dice.”