This beastly Mongo-like chunk in a dirty diaper is my new best friend. I ride upon his shoulders, digging my fingers deep into the beefy-smelling juiciness of his creamy neck fat. He eats pets and wood and bricks and furniture and other children, and not even the combined efforts of our National Forces can stop him. In private, I have earned his trust, and he has confided in me that he vows to have Duke Leto Attreides' signet ring and control of the spice!
August 31, 2011
My New Best Friend
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