He looked down at the small lump of mud and thought he could make a delicious meal. He he molded it into the shape of a small disc, with extra details taken on the the decorative toppings. A small twig. A bit of a green leaves for color.
As he took a bite of his masterpiece he realized...no matter what you make it look like, a mud pie is still not more than just dirt and water.
Alas, his stomach turned over and he ran to his mother crying.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Thursday, January 4, 2007
One Word: Collar
1: I think I've got him.
2: He looks Rabid.
1: What? No he's just wiry.
2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.
1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)
2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.
(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)
Lights down.
January 4, 2007 12:56 PM
2: He looks Rabid.
1: What? No he's just wiry.
2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.
1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)
2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.
(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)
Lights down.
January 4, 2007 12:56 PM
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