Day Thirteen

I went outside! Are you pleased? Are you proud of me? Well anyway, it was mostly a car ride. I took a taxi down to the local shops. I was fine, yes, there's no need to panic. I was strapped in tight and I clung to the belt taught enough to keep it locked. But I must get down to the deli. I know not of who sells midgets in bags so readily awaiting their own soupy soupness. So when I got there, I went inside. I said hi to Ash, the store clerk, but they did not reply. It's only been 6 months, how rude is that!?! I was infuriatingly Not A Happy Jan at all. But as I walked down the isles searching, combing, feeling, licking everything I saw, I heard a voice.
"Hey you....er...with the hump!"
As if I'd reply to an evil remark like that, I didn't bring it with me.
"Hey, Quazzzimoto," emphasizing the hideous zee's, "What the hell are you doing?"
Were they speaking to me? I was only looking for my midgets. They live in yellow bags all gummied up. That's when I felt it.
There was a strangely invigorating tingle in my, well you know. It was so weird I had to flomp it out and see what it was, but then I noticed Ash standing behind me. They had the weirdest look and there was no way I was staying for that. That was the last straw. I put my shoe back on and left, hiding midgets in my armpits.

Pencils And Butterflies.