“All the children should be kicked out! That way our population will stay low enough.” A strange man said, about five adults were meeting: the mayor, the clothes maker, the hunter, and someone they don’t know well that they call Tricken.
“Well good sir, if we got rid of the children the town’s population would be too low! Us adults would all die and there would be no one left in the town. Also, some children might not get married and might not have children themselves.” The woman said.
“Meeting over! She has made her point and I agree!”
“But mayor!”
“Meeting over, sir.” Everybody separated, except Tricken grabbed the woman and pulled her to and inside his house.
“What can I give you to make you stop going against me in the meetings?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you like?”
“I like the flower field! I will always be with the flowers, they will be my deathbed, and I will be with them on there death.”
“I will keep that in mind. You are a strange woman, clothes maker.
“So they say, but so are you.”
“I am not a strange woman, for one thing I am a man and I am not a clothes maker!”
“True, but you are strange.”
“You embarrassed me at the meeting fraulein. Therefore you owe me. I make things called matches. Tomorrow I will show you how they work. Meet me in your ‘special spot’ tomorrow.”
“Okay.” He walked her to her house and stayed there a while talking to her about the meetings.
“Um, I will be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“Restroom.” He went to the Bathroom and replaced her shampoo with a different bottle. He left the bathroom and started walking towards the door out of the house.
“I have to be going now.”
“Bye, see you tomorrow, Tricken.” After he left, she went to sleep for the night. When she woke up, she took a bath and washed her hair, when she was done she went to the flower fields and saw he was waiting there holding a match.
“Ready miss?”
“Yes.” He pulled out a piece of wood and scraped the match until the match flamed.
“Watch and learn.” He held out the match and dropped it on the flowers and watched the whole field catch fire.
“NOOOOOO!!!!!” She shouted she ran to the man and slapped his face as hard as she could, she was crying. Tricken pulled the woman close and kissed her, but he knew what he had to do for his rights. He ended the kiss and the woman began to back away.
“How could you?!” She cried out. He did not respond, he picked her up, her struggling did nothing, and he got closer to the fire and put her down.
“Please don’t do it!” but he did, he pushed her in and turned his back. He went to a hill and watched the fire at a distance, and then he said:
“The flammable sap from those flowers is very easy to get in a shampoo bottle.”
