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At least the pie was sweet.”\n\nThe moderator turned to stare at the camera, and winked; his grin ever so big as only a Jackal could do. “OK then,” he said loudly, obviously enjoying the torment he was able to dish out in the name of entertainment, “Are you ready to play SURVIVOR?”\n\n“No,” the farmer replied, “I am not ready.”\n\nThe buzzer sounded again and there was the sound of a deluge of water as it poured down on the Horse’s head.\n\n“That’s too bad!” the Jackal brayed, twirling to look at his victim.\n\nJames slowly lowered himself from the sofa, glancing once at the television set. The show’s band had struck up a lively tune, and the moderator was now dancing a mocking jig and laughing harshly as the Horse wiped himself with a towel he’d been thrown. As the Cat limped towards the kitchen, the music stopped and the TV celebrity, inventing an impromptu ending to his dance, looked at the farmer and asked loudly, “OK then… Are you ready nowwww to play Survivor?”\n\nJames’ ears twitched as the Horse grabbed the Jackal by his flashy suit collar and said, “Fuk you!” \n\nThough the Cat didn’t turn to look, he heard the smack of hoof to head. \n\n“You didn’t ride me in,” the farmer said loudly as he grabbed the Jackal by the neck and shook him, “And you sure ain’t gonna ride me out. SURVIVE THIS!” \n\nAs James reached up and unlatched the back door, the farmer picked his tormentor up, and as the band, having sense enough to improvise began playing music to match, spun him around in a wrestler’s ‘whirlybird’ and then threw him to the stage floor.\n\nAs the kitchen door unlatched, there was the sound of the show’s famous buzzer, and another huge pie was launched just as the security team found their way to the stage. The crowd cheered loudly as the farmer ducked the pie and it slammed into the face of the first security Dog, a big German Shepherd, knocking him cup over tea kettle. The second Dog blew a police whistle and this only seemed to incite the Horse to greater destruction.\n\nJames slowly limped out into the yard. Though the noise of the show followed him, attempting to lure him back to the realm of mindless zombie show watchers, his eyes were only on the tree. His mother was wrong. He was a Cat and could climb no matter what she thought. He was… he was…\n\n“WHOSE THE SURVIVOR NOW?!” challenged the Horse as he threw the game show host’s stool at the Dog and then grabbed the now terrified moderator by his tie and jerked him to his feet. Manhandling him up into an overhead lift, the show’s sole contestant threw the Jackal at the approaching security detail, taking out another two Dogs. The crowd went wild. The show’s producer, who had just ordered the cameras to be shut off, killed the order, sensing something extraordinary was happening. History was being made, and he was going to be there to capitalize on it. This was more than ‘just’ wrestling, but what would they call it? Titles flashed through his mind: Last Thing Standing… or… Bloody Lip Broken Nose… or… Survivor Wrestling!\n\nJames reached up, and with just a little hop, sunk the claws of one paw into the tree’s lowest branch and hung there, his body pivoting around so he could see the television through the window.\n\nThe farmer’s wife had just stomped up onto the stage, her big floppy un-brassiered breasts were swinging like twin cyclones as she hugged her husband and then waded into the Dogs, grabbing one and throwing him off of the stage and into the audience. \n\n“WHEEEOOOIEEEEE!” she then yelled, kissing another on the head just before she popped him with a hoof; knocking him clean unconscious. Picking the Jackal up from the floor she then easily tossed him to her husband, yelling “Catch’im, Emmet!”\n\n“Catch him Emmet,” James echoed in his little voice as he sunk the claws of his other paw into the limb and hoisted himself up. “I’m a survivor,” he mumbled as he climbed. “I’m a survivor… I can climb cuz I’m a cat. Catch’im Emmet.”\n\nThe Horse tossed the moderator back to his wife, and then flexed his muscles for the audience to their accompanied ooo’s and ahh’s… and the band played ‘The Deviliy Jig and Reel’ just for him.\n\nJames pulled himself up to the height that he could look over the fence, and found himself eye to eye with another small Cat, much like himself. Both heads quickly pulled down again, both children startled, and then slowly they came back up. 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by

Vixyy Fox

“OK then!” the show’s moderator yelled into the face of the contestant. He was a Jackal and the job suited him to a ‘T’. “Are you ready to play Survivor?!”

James watched out the window, staring at the small back yard ringed with a tall wooden fence. The television behind him continued on as if he was still watching; struggling to hold his attention.

“I think I am,” replied the contestant in a deep slow voice. He was dressed in farmer’s bib overalls; a very large Horse, probably of Clydesdale ancestry.

A loud buzzer sounded out and he was hit in the face with large a custard pie.

“Wrong answer!” the announcer bellowed with a harsh guffaw. “You’re sure you’re ready to play? I mean… I’ve never ever seen anyone get the pie so quickly. How do you expect to be the ‘survivor’ if you keep blurting out the wrong answer?”

The little Cat stared at the tree growing in the corner of the small grassy space. His mother told him to never never climb that tree. “If you fall out of that tree and hurt yourself, I’ll kill you,” she told him once with a cuff to his head. She was kidding, of course. He was her only child, and born sickly right from the beginning. His legs didn’t work quite right, though his arms were just…

“Fine,” the Horse replied, wiping the mess from his face and licking his fingers. “I’ll try to remember the rules. At least the pie was sweet.”

The moderator turned to stare at the camera, and winked; his grin ever so big as only a Jackal could do. “OK then,” he said loudly, obviously enjoying the torment he was able to dish out in the name of entertainment, “Are you ready to play SURVIVOR?”

“No,” the farmer replied, “I am not ready.”

The buzzer sounded again and there was the sound of a deluge of water as it poured down on the Horse’s head.

“That’s too bad!” the Jackal brayed, twirling to look at his victim.

James slowly lowered himself from the sofa, glancing once at the television set. The show’s band had struck up a lively tune, and the moderator was now dancing a mocking jig and laughing harshly as the Horse wiped himself with a towel he’d been thrown. As the Cat limped towards the kitchen, the music stopped and the TV celebrity, inventing an impromptu ending to his dance, looked at the farmer and asked loudly, “OK then… Are you ready nowwww to play Survivor?”

James’ ears twitched as the Horse grabbed the Jackal by his flashy suit collar and said, “Fuk you!”

Though the Cat didn’t turn to look, he heard the smack of hoof to head.

“You didn’t ride me in,” the farmer said loudly as he grabbed the Jackal by the neck and shook him, “And you sure ain’t gonna ride me out. SURVIVE THIS!”

As James reached up and unlatched the back door, the farmer picked his tormentor up, and as the band, having sense enough to improvise began playing music to match, spun him around in a wrestler’s ‘whirlybird’ and then threw him to the stage floor.

As the kitchen door unlatched, there was the sound of the show’s famous buzzer, and another huge pie was launched just as the security team found their way to the stage. The crowd cheered loudly as the farmer ducked the pie and it slammed into the face of the first security Dog, a big German Shepherd, knocking him cup over tea kettle. The second Dog blew a police whistle and this only seemed to incite the Horse to greater destruction.

James slowly limped out into the yard. Though the noise of the show followed him, attempting to lure him back to the realm of mindless zombie show watchers, his eyes were only on the tree. His mother was wrong. He was a Cat and could climb no matter what she thought. He was… he was…

“WHOSE THE SURVIVOR NOW?!” challenged the Horse as he threw the game show host’s stool at the Dog and then grabbed the now terrified moderator by his tie and jerked him to his feet. Manhandling him up into an overhead lift, the show’s sole contestant threw the Jackal at the approaching security detail, taking out another two Dogs. The crowd went wild. The show’s producer, who had just ordered the cameras to be shut off, killed the order, sensing something extraordinary was happening. History was being made, and he was going to be there to capitalize on it. This was more than ‘just’ wrestling, but what would they call it? Titles flashed through his mind: Last Thing Standing… or… Bloody Lip Broken Nose… or… Survivor Wrestling!

James reached up, and with just a little hop, sunk the claws of one paw into the tree’s lowest branch and hung there, his body pivoting around so he could see the television through the window.

The farmer’s wife had just stomped up onto the stage, her big floppy un-brassiered breasts were swinging like twin cyclones as she hugged her husband and then waded into the Dogs, grabbing one and throwing him off of the stage and into the audience.

“WHEEEOOOIEEEEE!” she then yelled, kissing another on the head just before she popped him with a hoof; knocking him clean unconscious. Picking the Jackal up from the floor she then easily tossed him to her husband, yelling “Catch’im, Emmet!”

“Catch him Emmet,” James echoed in his little voice as he sunk the claws of his other paw into the limb and hoisted himself up. “I’m a survivor,” he mumbled as he climbed. “I’m a survivor… I can climb cuz I’m a cat. Catch’im Emmet.”

The Horse tossed the moderator back to his wife, and then flexed his muscles for the audience to their accompanied ooo’s and ahh’s… and the band played ‘The Deviliy Jig and Reel’ just for him.

James pulled himself up to the height that he could look over the fence, and found himself eye to eye with another small Cat, much like himself. Both heads quickly pulled down again, both children startled, and then slowly they came back up. The little Cat found himself once again eyeball to eyeball with another of his own species.

“I’m Edna,” the other Cat said with a smile… a smile that said she was perhaps just a little ‘teched’ in the head. “My mama told me never to climb this tree.”

Over her shoulder and through the window of her house, James could see the television, and it was playing the same show. Now the husband and wife had the Jackal by the arms and legs and were swinging him back and forth in preparation to launching him out into the audience. On the third swing back and forth they let him fly, where upon the screen suddenly went blank as he crashed into the camera.

‘Survivor is experiencing temporary difficulties,’ flashed up onto the screen.

“I’m James,” he offered as he felt a paw on his cheek. “I don’t walk so good… but I can still climb.”

“I’m Edna,” she said again. “I don’t think so good, but I can climb too.” She giggled, and he purred.  

“I’m a survivor,” he told her. “You want to play survivor with me?”

“I’d like that,” she replied as she rubbed noses with him. “But ya gotta promise not to throw me none… K?”

“K,” he agreed readily.

Though the television show never lasted more than another season; their friendship lasted an entire lifetime.

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