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ISLA UTGARD, ARGENTINA
10 MARCH, 1943
(1:40 A.M./UTC-3)
As before, when Vasco Gonsalves had tried to literally shoot her in her giant foot back in Santa Madre, the bullets being fired at her by the Waffen-SS troops could not penetrate the gigantized density of Kaikala's epidermis. But, they were proving just as distracting as a swarm of mosquitoes. Distracting in the sense that she knew she was being herded towards the soldiers with the flamethrowers. Which, in turn, inspired her to make a desperate gamble.
She started dancing the Cueca!
A Chilean folk dance roughly similar to fandango, it was normally danced by a male/female duo waving white handkerchiefs while pretending to be a barnyard rooster and hen engaged in a courtship dance. The male wearing the traditional clothing of the plainsman (or huaso); and the female, a nearly ankle-length dress with plenty of petticoats between the outer skirt and the hosiery. Kaikala, of course, had no such dress (let alone, a handkerchief)! So, instead, she just clapped her hands over head, in rapid succession. While alternately leaping and stomping her giant bare feet on the ground.
It was the latter the gun-toting troopers now strove so frantically to avoid.
Meanwhile, Commando Team Able (led by Brevet Captain Bob Phillips) had reached the green house where the Nazis were growing the mutant Amanita mushrooms. Up to this point, they had been planting satchel charges. One each in front of the kerosene stove they had found in every single one of the barrack buildings that housed the Waffen-SS troopers. Naturally, those stoves had not been lit during the subequatorial summer! But, now that summer was slowly turning to autumn, the nights were gradually starting to get much cooler.
Ergo, the stoves were now on. And the activating cords on the satchel charges had been pulled. As a result, the time-delay fuses on each charge detonated in almost-perfect sequence. Almost thirty seconds apart!
It was after the first such explosion that Bob and Corporal Singh found and lifted the trap door to the underground furnace room that controlled the green house's interior temperature. Descending the spiral staircase they saw beneath it, they found the furnace itself and planted their last satchel charge right next to it. Corporal Singh then had the honor of pulling on the cord before he and Bob ran back upstairs.
Roughly a minute and a half later, the green house went up like the proverbial Roman candle.
That, in turn, drew the attention of the Waffen-SS troopers still dealing with Kaikala. Including the ones with the flamethrowers! So, the Chilean-born Easter Islander took full advantage of that fact. She immediately stopped dancing and, instead, ran for the giant duck coop. Kicking it to a shambles with one mighty swing of her right foot!
This naturally scared the giant ducks inside. Causing them to run off in all directions, quacking at the top of their lungs in panic. And Wolfgang Keller, seeing things spiraling out of control, immediately gave what was to be his most fateful order.
["You men with the flammenwerfers! What are you waiting for? Burn that giant hure!* And, if those feathered taschen von scheissen get in your way? Burn them, too!"]
"NEIN!" screamed a new voice: "Sie werden nicht unsere Enten toten!"
The Gestapo agent turned around and beheld fifty blue-eyed blonde giantesses angrily glaring at him.
tbc
Giantess World
Chapter End Notes:
*Hure: just what you think it means.
taschen von scheissen: literally, "shit bags."
"You will not kill our ducks!"
taschen von scheissen: literally, "shit bags."
"You will not kill our ducks!"