Terror

The Rain

   "Geoffrey and James have been out for quite some time dear", said Mrs. Juven. The boys had left the house earlier to embark on a hunt for what they suspected to be THE BIG ONE (Treasure for the illiterates). They had found a map, an old map, that had been drawn by an old cartographer named Seamus Woodfront. Woodfront who had died of an unsuspected raccoon attack 2 years ago after being diagnosed with laryngitis had left it wedged between the wood of the bar counter which he owned. It was then found by Geoffrey's 2nd cousin twice removed on his mother's side during a bar fight which he lost. He passed it on to Geoffrey while they were both stowing away on a cargo ship that was bound for Somalia. The map, even though difficult to read at times, had led the boys to find many clues that led up to this one. 
    "I do say darling. A spot of tea would be just what you need to calm your spirits and stop worrying about those two grown men living out of our basement that are currently on a search for something that will give us back our freedom FOREVER!", said Elroy Juven, the husband of the woman he was trying so intently to console. "The boys- I'm sorry grown men will be just fine....Ugh just as I was becoming joyful. Here comes the damnation of our great nation."
    "Oye There Lucy Darling. Elroy...I've come to take Geoff and James off your beautiful, and disgusting hands for the afternoon", said Skippy, Elroy and  Lucy's neighbour, that had stolen Elroy's sheep. "Get the bloody hell out of my house you thieving bastard. And don't you darling my wife you rosy stomached, large nosed, false bearing hypocrite." "I'll leave Elroy but just remember that I will always be superior to you", said Skippy. And with a tip of his feverishly large top hat, he took off.
   The afternoon became quiet thereafter as Elroy returned to the fields to tend to his flocks and Lucy settled in for her afternoon snooze. This silence and tranquility would cease as the bumbling brothers battled and bruised each other for a bite of bread while stumbling through the kitchen of the house. They had been out all day intently searching for the treasure to no avail (That Means They Didn't Find It (Smart Guy)). "I say, if you don't let my pastry go I will be forced to batter your cabeza (head in Spanish)", said Geoffrey who was a year older than his brother.  POW POW POW- The sounds of a gunshots rang through the Juven Manor and its fields as the brothers fell to the ground with gunshot wounds to their heads and chests. The piece of bread fell to the floor in slow motion signifying drama and sadness. The brothers, as well as their mother and father, had been executed by a force that will soon be the terror of the entire world. And it all began with two grown men living with their parents in Liverpool (That's in England uncultered swine)