well moments later and days before the crime scene investigation people arrived (the latter being delayed by a thick blanketing of snow that hid the gruesome discovery from park rangers for days), akmed rode up early the next morning, after taking the horse out the night before and approached the stables at a bouncing canter...
'akmed, you're late, we said to have the horse back before sundown yesterday,' said one of the stable workers firmly...
'oh really? sorry i forgot...' said akmed truthfully... actually he just didn't listen - didn't know how to
the two stable workers looked at eachother with a mix of worry and tentative relief... if akmed had returned okay then maybe no vampire-ism had occurred....
'ok akmed... just lead her back to her stable and we'll be there in a moment...' said stable worker 2
'when are we gonna start doing our videoshoot?' asked akmed
'in a moment... just bring her back to her stall...'
moments later... the horse was penned again and akmed awaited outside her stall as the two stable workers arrived
'ok with one press of a button, the horsey is going up, you akmed, step into the stall when the next platform arrives...'
and so saying, the floor the horse stood on began to rise until the horse was no longer visible to akmed and the two stable workers and another platform came up from the floor and akmed opened again the stable door and stepped onto the platform
'ok now, don't hurt yourself, just be sure to get out on the next level up...'
akmed did as he was told but the going was slow -- it took at least five minutes for him to be able to open a door and move on... as he did so, he noticed he was in a well-lit, high-celinged room that had a minimal and arty feel to it... there were a number of people about, one of them was sweeping some stray hay towards akmed's elevator platform, however, most of the large floor, was dark wooden and shiny and at least 30 metres by 30 metres in dimension, massive... towards one wall there were a small number of cubicles which had dressing rooms, kitchenettes, and so forth...
'you're the director for this video shoot?' said the man with the broom
'ah yes,' said akmed, quickly remembering his false persona, 'that's right, akmed - master of the sexy rain shoot...'
'ok well why don't you grab yourself a coffee... the talent will be here in a moment and we'll want to get started soon after...'
so akmed walked to where the man gestured and some very bright flood lights came on, illuminating the interior... some men rolled in some kind of strange looking machine which was the rainmaker which would cause stimulated rain to occur for the videoshoot.... others busied themselves with plastic tarps to catch and re-direct the water and still others were busying themselves with big digital cameras and banks of small tv screens... headphones, cables and such like
as akmed fixed his coffee... a handsome young woman walked into the kitchen... akmed looked at a poster on the wall, signed 'hug'n'poopsin'... and then looked at the woman, it was the same woman
'hi, you must be hug'n'poopsin,' said akmed courteously...
'hi, who are you?'
'i'm the technical director for this shoot -- becoz of the rain and all that...' said akmed
'oh... that's cool... say - you smell like horse...' said hug'n'poopsin surprised
'well yes, i've just been out doing some riding, you know, bits and reins,'.... said akmed
'was it a nice horse?' asked hug'n'poopsin nnocently, she was not aware of her own condition, in fact, in the year 2019, all movie, tv stars, sundry celebrities and divas were transformed into horses on a weekly basis, whenever they weren't doing concerts, tv commercials, recordings, performances and suchlike, they were merely transformed into horses and kept in stables... this made life happier for everybody, even the paparazzi... however, the procedure involved left the celebrities' memories blank as to their constant conversion.... no-one felt it affected their art in any wise, as by 2019, there were no longer artists who created their own material.... Akmed, for his part, being an Iranian was unfashionably behind the times, and therefore unaware of the unnatural, devilish progression of the Great Satan and knew nothing of 'horse-man-ship'
'so how is your career going?' asked Akmed
his note seemed refreshingly different and also sincere, so hug'n'poopsin opened up to him a little: 'well, you know, i'm kind of getting sick of the phoni-ness of this business, i'm thinking about getting into politics?'
'you mean you're going to run for Ayatollah?' said Akmed, temporarily forgetting his spy persona and relieving his Irain-ian-ness
'very funny,' said hug'n'poopsin, 'actually i'm thinking about running for mayor in a small town...'
'running for mayor?' said Akmed, 'very interesting'...
outside the kitchen, in the main room, the help talked... one guy sang some beyonce song sounding like cartman from south park, 'can you keep up... baby boy... make me hoarse'... and farted..... another guy said: 'this new guy, akmed, there's no way he could do a worse job than the people that did -constantine- have you seen that movie? if that movie were a dog people would take it to the middle of a forest and dump it there abandoned... what a failure...'.............'what's this bitch gonna be wearing?' another guy asked... 'i heard she's gonna be wearing a little black 1/2 inch thick electrical tape - not much - covered by a see through negligee - in the rain...' offered another... 'damn!' offered yet another
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