The Sheep/Goat Mutual Aid Society
- his own club lashed out
- the street sneezed
- warm salty water in my mouth
- and crouched while she drank it
- she was a limp doll
The Sheep/Goat Mutual Aid Society printed a scathing pamphlet about Harvey, and his own club lashed out with a retort in the form of a full-page ad that Sunday. All was politics as usual, until either a Sheep or a Goat used a blowgun to take Harvey out of the picture.
Harvey lay there, and the street sneezed under him. The poison of the dart twisted the world into rippling fever-dreams, and he could only lay still and wonder if he would survive.
So much warm salty water in my mouth, Harvey thought. He couldn’t breathe. But a cat trotted up to him, and purred in his ear, and crouched while she drank it.
Having saved his life, she was a limp doll across his chest.
bonus points for using them in order!
Once again I fear for my husband’s sanity.
Fear not. His insanity is just fine. (Oh wait, you said sanity…)
If Harvey is neither a Sheep nor a Goat, what is he? An Elk?
No, not Ann Elk…
Full-page ads aren’t really Elk style, so I think he might be a Water Buffalo.
Yabba dabba doo!