…I was awoken by moisture on my face applied by a small dark, leathersome object, darting up and down as it searched for my weak spot. As alert consciousness began to take control I could see that this beacon was no slug, but the attached to the very jaws of some beast of death. It’s eyes peered at me as if in some murderous frenzy and it’s jaws salivated with expectancy, as I, it’s prey, squirmed beneath the great beast.
I reached for my cane, for I would not perish under the weight and hunger of this ungodly beast. I was still under the bush, it’s branches now heavy with damp, wet snow, and I could see it lodged in the undergrowth, out of reach.
The beast, meanwhile had climbed atop my person, bearing it’s full weight upon my slight frame and was leaning in, it’s dripping tongue looping from side to side within it’s devilish jaws as it decided where it would start it’s meal.
And then it came: it’s tongue slapping across my face as if to tenderize, it’s putrid breath pouring over me like 3 year old pea soup rejected years ago from a two-bit cabane à sucre. (more…)
