The Epic Of Joegamesh: Book II

Here Continues the Epic story of Joegamesh and Markidu. This part was written by Mark.
I should mention here that Mark and I began a pass-on story once about rabid squirrels that destroy our entire extended family. It was VERY loosely based on the true story of our family reunion at Yosemite. I only mention this because it is what Mark is referring to when Markidu and the sinister Chipmunk DaleBaba have a weird moment of Deja vu(though yes Dalebaba is a Chipmunk not a squirrel). Anyway here is the story:

The Epic of Joegamesh
Book II

--So on a hot sunny afternoon, Markidu waited on the outskirts of town for Joegamesh, who had explained earlier that he'd be ready to go after just one more make-out session. After having waited for an hour, Markidu shook his enormous head and walked reluctantly back into town where he was sure that the city's entire female population was congregated around his always-horny friend. As Markidu walked through the mostly deserted streets, with perhaps thoughts of his own lost love, Miss Dittmeruk, on his mind; his reverie was interrupted by a loud shrill screaming. Suddenly a grown man burst out of a nearby hut, which was a surprise to Markidu, since the screams sounded just like those of a woman. Annoyed at having been interrupted, Markidu strode up to the man, grabbed him by the shoulders, shook him, and slapped him. "Man, what's gotten into you!" Markidu persisted in slapping the man until he came to his senses, perhaps slapping him one time extra just for pleasure. Then the man said, "There's a chipmunk the size of you in my house, rummaging around." "Was anybody else in there?" "Not anymore," the man said, and was about to begin screaming again when Markidu slugged him, giving the poor man a chance to catch up on his sleep. Of course, Markidu had heard about Dalebaba, and had hoped to avoid him--or at least, to have Joegadesh with him during any encounter they might have. But now, he decided that it was fate that brought them together at this moment. He strode through the hut's open doorway and looked inside. The rodent was at the kitchen table; he was eating cashews out of a bowl. "Are you still hungry?" Markidu said in a challenging voice. "I'm not sure yet," said the chipmunk, his beedy eyes looking seemingly in all directions at once. "Why don't you have a seat, chat for a while." His head twitched; clearly he was rabid, but then, all chipmunks are. "How can you live with yourself when you know that disease has destroyed you?" Markidu asked. "All you do is spread disease to everyone you bite--you're a menace." "Ahh, but that's why I eat everything I bite now; no sense wasting," Dalebaba said. "Really it's a mercy; no sense infecting anyone else and letting them run around rabid; better to gobble them up whole." "Okay, I guess," Markidu conceded, as that really did seem sensible. "But then why eat everybody in a single bite. I mean, haven't you ever heard of eating a little bit at a time? A leg, a drumstick? Put the rest in a doggy-bag for later?" "That's an interesting point," the giant chipmunk conceded. "I eat nuts so slowly," and he popped one into his mouth as he said this, "But human beings. They just go down like ... more nuts." "Let me have some of those," Markidu said, salivating and Dalebaba graciously poured a handful into his hand. The chipmunk seemed friendly to Markidu, but something was bothering him. Suddenly it all came to him--like out of a past life! His entire family, everyone but he and Joegadesh, no one else spared! Out for an ordinary day of recreation, but in the end, hapless victims! All eaten by a rabid chipmunk! Markidu looked up, and Dalebaba's eyes sparkled with recognition. He knew! "You recognize me as the lost relative of that family you ate! In the California forest!" Markidu said. "I would," Dalebaba nodded, munching. "If that had happened. But did that ever happen? Think carefully. What do you remember of that incident." "Well," Markidu scratched his head. "It was so many years ago. It started out with the family walking up the trail, and then Meggin had a dream about
squirrels ..." "And that's it. That's all. All you have on me is the beginning of a story that was never written! It never happened! What makes you think that story ever ended the way you thought it was going to end when you never got finished telling it in the first place?" "What ... what do you mean," Markidu said, his brow furrowed with concentration. Story? What was Dalebaba talking about? "If that story had been told like you planned, then yes, it would have been me who ate your family. But that story never was told, so I couldn't have eaten your family, could I have?" Markidu nodded, pretending to understand. But his inner thoughts were now hopelessly confused, and he could only say, "Well, it's been nice talking to you." And that was the last thing he remembered when he lost his consciousness.

Joey--I pass it back to you in assumption that you will be the writer of book III