Freddy and Francesca

Once upon a time, there was a world of frogs and praying mantises, and they were at odds with each other.

Although they were small and did not wear clothes, they were not quite like the frogs and praying mantises that we know, because they sometimes walked upright and had sharp teeth and retractable claws. Their teeth were as sharp as the teeth of the venus fly trap, and were as tough as our nails. When they had nothing to do, they'll pick fights with each other.

Frogs will go and eat the young praying mantises, and the praying mantises will go and eat young frogs. Both of them usually eat other things, but they had nothing to do, so they go and eat each other to pick fights.

They did not fight with guns and nuclear bombs for they were too busy fighting with each other to invent new ways to fight. There were no police, no law, nobody to decide who was right and who was wrong, so that's how they lived everyday.

Freddy was a praying mantis in this world. He had killed off two females whom he mated with because they tried to eat him after have sex. He wanted to be a lover, not a hater, but what else was there to do? It was a matter of life and death. So, he'd pick on the frogs. Before he killed the younglings of frogs he caught, he'll rape them. The anatomy of how it worked is interesting, but beyond me to describe.

He did not want to kill the froglings at first, but he thought that if the frogling spilled about the incident, shit would hit the fan and coat it like chocolate coating a strawberry in a chocolate fondue. He thought about starting a "love, not war" campaign, but he was not charismatic or passionate about the idea enough.

One day, he caught this frog, whose name was Francesca, who was a bright and wanton, for a little girl. So, before Freddy did what he was about to do, she figured out what was going to happen. Instead of being raped and not enjoying herself, she thought that she'd act like a willing party. She proposed the idea, and asked "what is your name, mantis?"

Freddy is not as bright. He couldn't think of the consequences before he replied, "My name is Freddy, and you are a very beautiful frog."

"Freddy is a very froggish name. Did you know that?"

"No."

"In fact, I had two lovers and a brother who have the same name as you. Why do you love frogs?"

"I don't love frogs."

"Then why are you threatening to do this? Sex is an act of lOvE~." She tried to act sultry to seduce him.

"Is that what you think? For praying mantises, sex is generally regarded as an act of violence."

"That is so sad..." Francesca was in the age to like to say generic emphatic things. She took a while to wonder about how sex could be violent. "Are you going to kill me after this?"

"Yes. And then I will eat you."

"I wonder if there are any frogs named Freddy who are doing the same thing to your sister."

"What is your name?"

"Francesca."

"I have no sisters named Francesca." With that, Freddy concluded the conversation and completed the intercourse, and ate her up.

After Francesca, he did not hunt frogs ever again. He was afraid that he would be unable to help himself from asking for the next frog's name, and that Francesca could be a common name for frogs, and that he would find another Francesca who would make him realise that he loved the Francesca he ate, and that he was really a hater, not a lover. Then he would hate himself for being a farce and be utterly miserable.

He decided that if he needed to ever kill himself, he'd go mate with a beautiful but vicious praying mantis and offer his everything to her. It would be his final act of prostration to savage his self-image and the ultimate thing he could do to redeem himself.