Little Red's Story // part 13

But
But But But…
This time the penguins followed the dear doctor to reality. And they brought their vocabulary with them. The penguins chased Plomsky across the city, village, and desert, until it was just them and their prey. And to make a long story less long, Plomsky's remains can be found at 95 latitude and 230 longitude. Go look for them, he is still wearing that golden watch.

His remains remain in Maine, where his fame transcends the radios, the heads, and the bends. And so, we send you this postcard from Maine, from New York, from Jersey, from West Virginia, and the thoughts that can flow through Plomsky's head during the last minutes of his life can also flow through you. And Little Red, … , well, she is still little, living in Tuscon, and fighting Klingons in her secret life. (Think Superman mixed with Spiderman mixed with marshmellows mixed with seven-figure bank accounts). (bling). (the smell lingers in Plomsky's fingers and even the ring one).

(bling)

Little Red re-enters and spends fifteen minutes looking for her pants. The wolf smiles with a blush, while sitting on a rock back in a valley of West Virginia, back in the land of mountains, while chewing on … you know.

[author: dmitry m]