2004-05-05 - 2:41 a.m.
"Your heart beats into my head..."
Dougy the werewolf sock puppet lay passed out and dirty in his little hanging cage. One tooth skewed off to the side, his ever-open googly eyes were dull and grey with hunger. His breath came in short raspy gasps, his arms twitched with the ferocity of hummingbird wings.
In his dreams, he followed her, just out of sight, oh so beautiful, carrying a basket of what smelled like breakfast chickens. He leaped after her, but she leaped higher, all the way to the moon. When he saw its glaring full orange light he howled with all his might... but it came out as a stifled groan and a cough. He wavered, almost into consciousness. "Sssumma chickensss.." he gasped.
Standing over him, the evil one chewed an unlit cigar and chuckled coldly.
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