Day 252: Lions Are Fooling The Plate

Chopping round like a whinding blade, the world seemed to merge in a fuzzy blur. Some crackling sound did approach itself from that direction, all around. Soon it will be over, i thought to myself. And I continued to feel the exstacy. A strange blob of brown was making itself nearer until I nearly felt it with the tips. But it was not to praise me, nor was it there to speculate. There it stood all des-pickle-able with gapping eyes and nostrils. I think I saw a hair up there. The pointing infuriated the ghastly garden gnomes, so immortalised in such fragile stone. Then I felt it. The wishing of the air around me. I felt it tickle my lobes. And just as surely; it began to stretch around to my nose. Gracefully I braced my toes for the impact as I fell nearer to the filthy dirt covered earth. The sin that would entail such an activity is unbeknown to the highest of the almighty you know! And there I was, in mid flight and that blob became a lady. She was so hideous like something I had never seen before. Twigs for hair and some dirty, filthy chicken bone in her hand. God it was the worse sight my eyes had had the pleasure of seeing. No more wandering eyes for me.
I hit the ground.
Rushing over to me, the chicken bone lady did a screech of perilous demise that would scorn the deafly ones, burnt by the thought of seeing such a disgrace. She was shaking me and I screamed so loud I thought it was a whisper. I poked her in the eye in a flash moment of desperation. Freed from her chicken grasp, I ran all warped liked. The world was not able to stay beneath my feet. I knew I should not twirl in public. Something do devious as to make me worthy of their sight always happens. That chicken bone will be mine.

Don't Eat The Floss, Or Eggs Can Fill The Tea.