Scrambled Eggs and Bacon

Disclaimer: There are references to murder, cannibalism and other unsavoury themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Before I begin my tale, I feel it is important you read Mommy Loves You by Dharrsheena.

It is worth noting that I have her permission to reference this poem, characters and primes for my story.

And now for a continuation of Mommy Loves You…

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Little Boy Jim pushed his eggs around his plate, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Jim dear, eat your steak and eggs. They’re getting cold.” His mother cooed as she continued to wash the dishes.

“Where’d you get them from mom?” He asked, his eyes narrowed as he watched his mother’s back in analysis.

“From your father’s butcher shop, dear. Why do you ask?” His mother questioned with an inquisitive expression.

“Little Johnny Next Door has been telling the other kids at school that our butcher shop gets the meat from killing other villagers. Then we cut up the bodies and sell the parts to our customers.” Little Boy Jim explained, with a look of suspicion that shifted between his mother and the plate of food before him.

“I’m sorry dear, you need to repeat that.” His mother spoke as she turned to face him, drying her hands on her apron. She wore an expression of confusion and disbelief.

“Little Johnny Next Door said that our meat products are made out of other villagers. He said our lamb chops came from Little Bo Peep’s sheep. Then our steaks were made of Old Man Winston and now our eggs came from Humpty Dumpty.” He explained, his cheeks flushed in agitation.

“Why would he-“

“Because the last person each of them terrorized before they disappeared was me. He says he saw you cutting up Old Man Winston in our cellar the day and asked me if I help with the family business.” Little Boy Jim explained, his eyes large in fear and unrest.

“He’s just saying all these things because it upsets you.” His mother explained, with a disappointed look as she took a seat beside him at the table. She reached out and pushed the fringe from his gaze, “I wouldn’t listen to him, dear.” She cooed in a gentle voice.

“But-“

“No dear, I won’t hear anymore of Little Johnny’s accusations.” She cut him off with her still gentle voice. “Now, finish your dinner, I need to have a word with your father.” She explained, with a wry smile as she kissed his forehead before she got to her feet.

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* * * * Moments Later, in the Cellar * * * *

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The sound of her feet hitting each step echoed off the walls, announcing her approach.

“What is it?” Mr. Milton, the town butcher, asked before his wife’s feet hit the landing.

“We have a problem.” She stated with a long sigh, worry written all over her face. Her posture deflated as her weary gaze finally met his.

“Who?” He asked as he gathered a few items, stuffed them in his pockets and rose to his feet.

“Little Johnny Next Door.” She replied in a heavy sigh as she watched her husband with an expression full of regret.

“Has Jim finished his dinner?” Mr. Milton inquired as he tossed his jacket over his shoulders.

“Little Johnny Next Door is his friend at school.” Mrs. Milton protested, her eyes large with anxiety.

“It’s time he learned what fills his belly and the shelves at our shop.” He replied with a gruff tone as he ruffled the collar of his jacket in an attempt to straighten it.

“He’s too young.” She protested once more, taking a step toward him in apprehension.

“Better too young than too late.” He stated as he watched his wife in analysis.

“I know but this isn’t the time. Johnny is his friend…” She pleaded, adjusting the collar of his coat as she gave him one last pleading look. “Please, just let him live in the dark for one more collection.”

A wry smile crawled across Mr. Milton’s face, “You know I could never say no to you, dear.” He replied. Then reached out and placed a hand on her cheek as he pulled her in for a kiss.

“Thank you.” She spoke as they broke apart.

“Always, my love.” He replied with the smile still sat upon his lips. “I’ll see you when I get home.” Mr. Milton bid her as he snuck out of the backdoor.

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* * * * * A Few Days Later * * * * *

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“I just don’t understand mom.” Little Boy Jim sighed, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he watched his mother prepare breakfast.

“What is it dear?” She asked, not paying much attention as she stirred the bacon in the pan.

“I thought the Big Bad Wolf was gone.” He replied, his eyes glazed over in deep thought.

“What?” She asked, chancing a glance over her shoulder as she gave the bacon another stir before transferring it to a plate.

“He’s the only one in the village that would have been after Little Johnny Next Door.” He began, “If he’s gone, how did Little Johnny disappear without a trace? Even Mr. And Mrs pig don’t know what happened to him. They had sent him upstairs to have a bath and then the next thing they knew he was gone without a trace.” He explained, his expression wrinkled in puzzlement.

“Oh.” She replied with a nod, then turned back to the pan as she started the eggs.

“I think it’s best just to not think about it too much, dear.” She stated with a slightly shaky voice. “These things happen.”

“But he was my friend mom.” He protested in a weak voice.

“I know, dear.” She replied as she plated the eggs and a few strips of bacon. “Let’s not worry about him anymore. Now eat your breakfast, the bus will be here soon.”

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