© 1991

Sigmund stood next to the high, oak door. A green, slimy ooze gradually worked its way under the low crack at the bottom- a sure sign that something was amiss. Of course, Sigmund was not the perceptive sort of person to pick it up and, as he laid his hand on the doorknob, was instantly vaporised. This, however, did not stop Sigmund. He was the sort of person that didn't let little things set him back. The pressure that thrust Sigmund's body into oblivion reeled his remains through the window behind him, thus striking the milk delivery boy with pieces of falling glass. The green ooze gradually seeped down the frame of the broken window.

The youthful milkman, being inexperienced in such matters, fell back into his delivery van, tripping the brake and sending the Kombi off down the road, swerving dangerously whilst endeavouring to pick the fragments of glass from his head. The parson was the other casualty, when the milk van ended up a factory of curds and whey inside the engine of a semi-trailer coming up the road. The poor priest shot out to the side of the road-train, flying off the highway overpass and into the lanes of speeding traffic. The bike was scraped up by a stingy motorist, but the body was left for a crow to use his secret spatula upon.

Whilst the last of the front wheel was uploaded into the trunk of the cherry red Volks Wagon Microbus, an entire busload of Japanese tourists collected the overjoyed driver and sped into an oncoming freight train by launching off the side of the road and onto the local railway tracks.

The train was, of course, de-railed and thousands of people were crushed as the serpent length of the train squished over workers and passengers alike. Suitcases and travel bags rolled down the steep hill behind the train station, emptying their contents all over the beach below, much to the delight of the Microbus owner's wife: she had been swimming in her $4.90 swimming costume. A sinister canister of kermit-green ooze containing a strong acid fell and smashed open, sending intoxicating fluid through the air, and therefore, through all the horrified onlookers. The instant vaporisation of the multitudes of terrified people caused horrendous damage to the air patterns surrounding the base of the steep beach, thus sending shockwaves of destruction all around. The city fell in a matter of milliseconds and all the air traffic was detoured via orbit of the moon, none of which returned.

Sigmund's vapours gradually joined the other waste gases of all those destroyed by the terrific accident, slowly being blown with the four winds, dissolving all in their path. Meanwhile, the green ooze slowly dripped down the front stairs of Sigmund's house, slurping into, it noticed with interest, the abnormal number of dead parrots as it went.