in the distance there is a lonely hut. barely visible amongst the pine trees. a plume of smoke rises from its chimney. the man watches the smoke as it goes up and merges with the gathering clouds. the smell reaches him and an image flashes behind his closed eyelids. a kitchen. a door. a figure walking out.
Then... Mandibles! A shower of blood! The figure is swiftly devoured by an angry ant bellowing "Where are my MUFFINS?"
ReplyDeleteThank you,
the ant