Somehow, as the story goes,
the female residents mated with the
bull weasels know as “devil beasts”
or wolverines – and a half-humanoid,
half weasel race began. But this
wasn’t the cause.
The cause was the military gene splicing.
GMO experiments began, at that
installation on the shores of the
of the Arctic Sea.
Now it must be remembered, an otter
is a weasel,and the otter is a very
clever beast with a tendency to be
I was paddling a canoe along the shore
of Poplar Lake at dusk. I came upon an otter
family sliding down a wet rock and
splashing into the lake. They were making
high pitched squealing noises almost as
if they were laughing.
I glided by so quietly in the semi-dark
across the calm lake, that the otters
scarcely noticed me. My presence did not
bother them. For once a human being
was being quiet. The otters don’t really have
a lot to be afraid of in the Martin River
area. Their attitude seemed to be
“live and let live” and this was my
inclination as well.
The wolverine is the king of
all weasels. He does not believe
in “live and let live” He has an inbred tendency
to attack the balls of 2000 pound Kodiak bears.
A wolverine will driver a huge bear away
from its food.
Mating with such a weasel is no joke,
And such actiovity ought to
be avoided at all costs – if the penetratee
has any choice at all in the matter.
The native women had no such choice,
so they should never be described as “weasel-whores”
or any such name-calling appellations.
It is said their eyes glowed yellow in the dark,
and their piss smelt worse than a skunk’s spray –
and they pissed all over the food of trappers and
ripped their sheets and blankets to shreds and shat
all over their pillows, and ejaculated inside the soft
down to make an odor so foul as to be scarcely
imaginable to city folk.
This evolution of beast-man
intimidated the native tribes to the south… For
not only did these big-brained
weasel minds know for certain when they were
being tracked, they had the lust of ten-peckered owls
and their snarling mawed minds were filled with a
deep desire to fuck all trackers-trappers’ brains loose.
As if the smell were not bad enough, the vision of
some mad 200 pound weasel horny as 12 sled dogs
in the spring, that notion, that vision was far worse
than any smell could be.
After the military started their genetic modification
experiments – splicing human and wolverine DNA
together into one new strain… After these experiments
started, (ten years after) that’s when the
bizarre occurences started to happen up and down
the Mackenzie River.
It was a shock to us all.
The mind of the wolverine is devious. The mind
of man is sneaky and devious… vengeful and sadistic
with a twisted sense of humour The experiments
were successful, if you want to call this horrific
mixture a success.
The new wolverine grew in size. It was bigger
and faster and mean as a snake. It wanted to eat
practically everything that moved. Its lust increased
into a dangerous thing. Unfortunate incidents
began to occur.
As I say, before we’d take a shotgun with us to
the outhouse. Now what you wanted was a shotgun
and two armed guards to accompany you every
step of the way.
In those early days after the Incineration,
we were forced to eat anything that crawled, walked,
scuttled or slithered, there were very few women
with us in WAIT-A-BIT. So the wolverines
started raping the men.
Everybody with any brains started the long
trek towards the East. Some of the trekkers
went no farther than the encampments
and dwellings of the Cave Bear People – that
notorious tribe of trappers and magicians.
I know more than I’m ever going to admit
about their dark ceremonies.
East of the Cave Bear People, that’s
where the military had started their DNA
splicing experiments, The military had been
there about ten years, so I’m told.
It was just two years ago that Artie
got nailed from behind by a huge weasel
that wanted only one thing – Artie’s ass.
Artie has never been the same since.
But who has? Who has?
In WAIT-A-BIT! none of us are normal. )))