It has been a long, difficult journey with this heavy weight on my shoulders. I'm looking for a bridge to toss it over. This town is full of bridges, but so far I haven't found one. I have been looking for hours, it seems to me, but I must have been looking in all the wrong places.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me. It was a disfigured man wearing a purple cape and a red scarf. He had a hook nose and dead eyes and he was carrying more weights then I was. He was struggling with an enormous bag slung over his shoulder, almost tripping as his huge feet plodded along the dusty road.
"Don't know where I could find a bridge do yer?" the old man asked. As he shuffled his bag to the opposite shoulder, I got a whiff of a sickeningly sweet odor. "It's just that I've been looking for a place to drop this for years." That was when I realized that the bag was shaking, as if something inside was trying to escape. Suddenly the bag ripped open and a figure approximately my size and shape fell on to the cold, wet concrete road.
'Oh pardon me' he said as he stooped to gather up his burden - the body of a woman. The woman was covered in honey, she seemed to twitch but not be alive.
"Friend of yours?" I asked.
"She may be sweet," the old curmudgeon spat, "But I've never thought of her as a friend."
"She looks...familiar."
The old man promptly changed the subject. 'Yeah well. So what's in your sack?'
from the sack, i pull out ten boxes of juicy juice,
and the old man went ballistic. He started to lick his fingers and part of his arm.tink
P.S. LOL
