On my way to work to today, I spied not one but three shadows following me step for step as if in some ghastly parade. Well, not one to be followed by shadows, at least, not without a baton, I ran to them to give them a what for. As I ran, so did they, as swiftly as a procession of monks - if that indeed be swift.
In any event, I chased them into the woods, tripping many a time on the rude tree roots that did obstruct my path, until I came to a clearing.
They stood in a circle and instructed me to sacrifice my unborn child to the Dark Amity or be smote. Smoten? Smoted? Either way, I explained I was NOT in fact pregnant and had no intention on becoming so in the near future.
They said ok.
 AbatoireJuggernaut · Fri Mar 09, 2007 @ 02:56am · 0 Comments |
