Scarecrow

"Is there even anyone home?” The tiger looked at his best friend. His paws were trembling, making the bucket full of lollypops, jellies, and chocolate bars rattle. The horse laughed.

“Don’t be a baby, Duke. Or should I say, Duchess.” “Shut up” Duke shoved Lucky. He stumbled and laughed. He rang the doorbell again. The door creeked open. A tall wolf stood in the doorway. He looked down at the cub and the foal, and his eyes flashed. “Come for candy, huh? There is some in the back, come on.” Lucky started after the blue canine, and Duke, right behind him, gripping the horse’s hoof as tight as he could, followed in. “Here.” The wolf chucked a piece of candy at each of them. Lucky gulped it down, then clicked his tounge. It tasted, funny. Sort of.. bitter. “Nap time!” The wolf smiled. Lucky wondered what it meant, and then his brain turns turns jelly, and he only saw in black and white, and he collapsed. He woke up chained to a table. Duke was next to him, biting his chains, desperately trying to free himself. It was no use. The wolf walked in. “Ah. Hello! Welcome to my laboratory. I am the Toymaker.” Lucky swallowed and started silently crying. The Toymaker pulled up a table full of sharp, metal equipment, glinting under the light. He looked from Lucky to Duke, picked up a scalpel, and walked towards the tiger. Duke screamed. The Toymaker laughed. “Soundproof. No one will hear a thing.” The wolf very carefully and daintily made a deep cut, about 20 cm in Duke’s stomach. He screamed. The scalpel continued to run along his stomach the opposite way, and across to make a triangle. He then stuck the blade into the flesh, and sawed the meat underneath the flap away, so the triangle fell out. The Toymaker smiled at his clean work, and took a bag out. It was full of hay. He stuffed it into the hole, before sewing the flap of skin back on. Duke had passed out. Or died, Lucky thought. He was screaming. The Toymaker took a straw hat, and sewed it onto the tiger’s head. He saw blood pooling at his forehead. He repeated this with a shirt and pants. He grinned as he took a wooden stake, and very slowly, pushed it through the tiger's blood stained body. As a finishing touch, he took out the tigers eyes with a fork, and wedged buttons into the sockets. Duke was a lifeless scarecrow.

It was Lucky's turn.