Monday, January 11, 2016

ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY

On the top of old smokey I found one meatball. It was frozen in the snow, so i took it into the cabin and cuddled up in bed with it, and I nursed it back to health until it was nice and soft and ready to eat. But just as I went to bite it, it bit my hand clean off. Blood spurted in obscene jets. I screamed and ran out into the snow.

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