The 36th Day

I walked out too early today. It was noon and I thought I heard him go by earlier. But I was at the letterbox when I saw that familiar form; BigBird was hooning up my street to greet me. Instead of screaming and running all scared, I breathed. Then I sat down, squatting, behind the terribly deformed olive tree of hideous stench emissions. As he [the postie] arrived, I peered around. He could not see me... That was until a damn gremlin like Garden Nymph tugged on my nipple, sending screeching pains of death-lines all over my body. I howled so loud I think he noticed my invisible presence. I'm sure he put a hex out to get me, but I shunned it away with ease. I will think a further three times before I allow nymphs to play scabble in my after dinner scraps again!

Razor Ears To Slice My Bread.