The Turn Chapter 2

3/13/2026

Now, I know you are sitting there thinking, "Yeah, right. Mother Nature hates pedophiles. She decided to get all the animals together to chase all the pedophiles up trees." I can hear that nasal snarkiness in your tone through my computer.

I thought the same thing. I mean that's what it looked like on the surface, but if you have been reading all of my blogs. I mean all of the nonsense and drivel I write. If you read really deep between the lines it starts to make sense, but you have to go deep.

I don't remember if I mentioned it or not, but we have a lagoon in our backyard. Actually, I just recently learned from my neighbor that it's a creek (pronounced crick). Right near our house the creek is very wide, so the Canadian Geese congregate in large numbers by our house, especially during migration time. In the weeks and months leading up the The Turn, geese and other waterfowl were congregating in larger numbers than I had seen before and they had guests.

It was eerily quiet one day. It was late winter, on the cusp on spring. The dogs had been outside all day, but I suddenly realized I hadn't heard from them in a while, good or bad. I got up to check it out. Nellie was sitting on the dock ears perked up at attention, head cocked, looking out at twenty or so geese and other birds in the creek looking back at her. They were all excitedly murmuring back and forth to each other. I could hear the familiar chirps of the once baby geese now murmuring adults. Nellie returning back with her low groans with inflection changes that show they are not in anger only her way of communication.

I took a few out and watched…….listened?…..in awe..as my dog seemed to keep court with the neighborhood waterfowl. Suddenly, I felt guilty. Even though, I had no idea what what being said, I felt that it was definitely not meant for my ears.

"Um, hey guys! Nellie, are you coming in? It's almost time for treats or something. I didn't hear anything and if I did, I didn't understand it anyway."

Suddenly, all eyes were on me. I took a deep breath in as I tried to suck my body into myself to disappear to no avail as all they all just stared into my soul. Any feelings of guilt of shame from eavesdropping were overcome by feelings of pure alienation. I DID NOT BELONG……..but more. Were they…….were they…………..talking about me? My god, it fucking felt like it. You know that feeling when you walk into a group of people mid-conversation and it stops. You know they were fucking talking smack about your ass no matter what their bitch asses were saying. Normal pause in the conversation, my ass.

Nellie, recognized my discomfort…..my fear and mumbled something to the birds. Something in their demeanor relaxed. They murmured to me and started dispersing. I waved, "See ya, guys, have a great day."

The dogs came in. I looked at Nellie, "What the fuck is going on?"

The next day the marks started. The first round of the marked must have been the abusers, the bad abusers, because they got fuuucked up! Not everyone even made the connection between the marks and the attacks. Hell, nobody even reported the marks. What, like a bunch of scumbag woman and child beaters are going to report to the police that their pets attacked them? Gave them a scarlet letter on their right cheek?

Did you hear that? That was the sound of a needle scratching a record. Are you old enough to know that sound?

Anyway, yeah, all of our pets that we lean on for support. The ones that we tell our deepest darkest secrets to, the ones that hear the beatings, the only friends that know the true horrors that we go through, they draw the first blood. Some lost their lives in the process, many were injured, some got in a zone and sent the abusers to the hospital all did it with selfless loyalty their loving companions as their sole motivation. They all accomplished their assigned task: "Mark the abussers on the right side of the face."

The next Monday, people all over the world showed up at work with wounds or bandages on their faces. It didn't take long for survivors to recognize abusers. It didn't take police to recognize abusers. It didn't take anyone long to recognize abusers, including animals, like birds, squirrels, and rats. They helped to make the wounds worse, often randomly attacking people and biting or pecking at the wounds whenever they had a chance. People were constantly having to apologize for their once well behaved dog who had suddenly developed the habit of peeing on the legs of strangers with wounds on their faces. The wounds scarred with the help of the animals making it difficult for most abusers to live a normal life.

Of course it didn't stop there. It was never about the abusers. That was just to get us in line. That was how we they showed us how powerful they really were. They had infiltrated our homes and our lives with spies generations ago and there was no way we were giving up those spies now. The animals showed us how in a single weekend they could literally take out a single out group of people and we didn't see it a threat. We thought that our pets had come through to save us.

At this point we all thought that our pets had somehow worked together to attack our abusers on the same weekend and somehow got the birds, squirrels, and rats to help out afterwards. We thought we had been saved. We thought Chumpy Chomo was out and now our abusers were being hen pecked out of existence, things were all sunshine and cupcakes.

How wrong we were. This was only the beginning of the wrath we were to feel and the beginning of The Turn.