Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes by William Chasterson

never seemed to change. At times I
feared I was going in circles. All at once the ground began to rise
sharply and I found myself climbing uphill. After ascending this
steep hill a great distance, I finally felt that I couldn’t walk
any further. But as I glanced around me it appeared that I didn’t
have to continue because my trek came to an end at the edge of a
cliff. As I looked out over the cliff I could barely believe my
eyes. Actually I wasn’t sure what it was I was looking at. “Is this
the ocean?” I thought. I looked out at a vast valley that descended
for miles. There was movement along the bottom of the valley that
had the appearance of colorful rushing waves sweeping and breaking.
It was beautiful. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. It
couldn’t be water because the waves were rushing in opposite
directions and colliding in the middle of the valley. It was as if
two massive rivers were running into each other. “Where am I?” I
wondered. The sun began to go down and I realized that I needed to
find shelter before nightfall. I looked back at the path I had
traveled on. There was no shelter there and aside from some
brainwashed inhabitants the land was desolate. My eyes followed
along the edge of the cliff to my right and I saw the top of some
trees. It looked promising so I decided to head in that direction.
After staring at the strange waves that swept across the valley for
a while, I noticed that I had regained a little more energy for the
trek. As I entered the woods I perceived a great difference between
this forest and the one I had been held prisoner in. The birds sang
a little bit more cheerfully and the wild animals seemed to run
about freely without a care in the world. A raccoon walked up to me
smiling and waving his hands like he wanted to get my attention. He
appeared to want to ask me something. He said, “Esucxe em dneirf.
Od uoy wonk woh I nac teg ot eht tnorf enil?” I just looked at him
and said, “I’m sorry I don’t understand.” He didn’t seem to be
deterred by this. He just raised his voice a little and began
speaking slower and gesturing, “Od uoy wonk woh I nac teg ot eht
tnorf enil?” I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. He gave a
deep sigh in frustration and walked past me. It was starting to get
dark. The inhabitants of this land seemed to be friendly but I
really needed to find someone that I could understand before
nightfall. I continued walking. Then I came to a stop as I saw at a
distance a large Rottweiler dog walking across my path. I crouched
down and remained perfectly still. He looked in my direction and
stood erect sniffing the air. He then lowered his nose and
continued on his way. “That was a close one,” I thought. “He didn’t
see me.” “Pssst…” came a sound from the inside of a large hollowed
out log. "Hey you. Get over here before that scoundrel comes back."
I cautiously walked toward the sound of the voice. "I saw what you
did earlier when you crossed into Fostoria. You must be some kind
of daredevil or something to have tried that stunt. It almost
worked too. It would have served him right. Justice for always
chasing after us poor defenseless creatures.” He paused then looked
at me inquisitively. “How did you devise such a plan? The timing
would have needed to be perfect. And the courage… Oh the bravery
needed to put such a plan into effect was astounding. I'm Rizzo by
the way. What's your name?” said the cat with his paw pushed out
ready for a greeting. “I'm Christopher.” “Well Christopher I'm
pleased to make your acquaintance. I haven't seen you around here
before, are you just passing through with your gang?” I looked at
Rizzo with a puzzled expression. I had absolutely no idea what he
was talking about. “Err um… That is… I imagine you must have your
own gang a natural born leader as yourself.” I shook my head. “Well
then, I hope you'll consider a position that is now available in
our gang. We happen