Sparklejizz, and the Defennecation of Prague
Flash Fiction ... I don't know how many words.
Precisely 3 seconds after being hurled... or actually drop-kicked... out of a fourth-story window of a red-roofed mansion, Sparklejizz - the douchiest fennec ever - began to wonder where he had gone wrong in his adorable, albeit totally stupid life.
About 4 seconds after his striking out on his own, without the assistance of other solid items between him and gravity to prevent his earthward acceleration, Sparklejizz - the least interesting fennec in the world - began to wonder what kind of splatter he'd make on the sidewalk below. It would be the least selfish thought to have ever crossed the little shit's mind.
About 8 seconds after being removed from the premises so that Archduke Oswald McRectum could then drunkenly proclaim that "Sparklejizz has left the builldaaaang!", Sparklejizz was transformed into a salisbury steak right before the eyes of a dozen children enjoying a street fair for young people who go outside for some weird reason. Because it's Prague and it like rains all the time or something. I don't know. I don't live there.