Fred's Adventure
A wet wildebeast breathing its steaming wildebeast breath in
the frosty night air stood, implacable, in the doorway. It shimmied,
stamped its feet, then shook its massive head from side to side.
Time was frozen as Fred lunged from his chair, tearing the seamless
seat of his velvet pants, toward the bathroom. There was no time, it
seemed. The wildebeast charged, lumbering, thundering, borne of
rampant animal desire to kill or be killed. For an instant too close
for any but angels to record, Fred hung in the balance, then crashed,
insensate to the tile floor of his bathroom, behind the door, hidden
from his surprised foe.
Then, imperceptibly at first, a sound that
cut to the heart of his unconscious mind...
Created by Brandt
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