Shimmering silver butterflies flitted over

Shimmering silver butterflies flitted over the barren wasteland, stopping for a moment to drink from radioactive springs. Strange creatures emerged from those tainted waters,

frogs that camoflaged themselves as asphalt, a three headed duck that muttered in Korean, a cat whose fur sent off high-voltage sparks.Super fund clean-up would be difficult.

Hold it...rewind that. Did you say "three headed duck that muttered in korean"? I mean talking duck? In Korean? Did you confirm that with a linguist? We're talking circus bonanza.

But he rewinded too far. It went back before the three headed duck talking korean to the double-finned Salmon that could recite Chaucer. Was this a circus bonanza?

No. It turned out that somehow the tape had gotten jam into it, so he pulled out a damp cloth and attempted to remove the sticky substance from the plastic reels of the old cassett

e. The tape was so old that some of the chemicals had leached out and started interacting with the jam. A sickly sweet grey smoke escaped every *fitz* and *pop*. The damp cloth was

facial lower orifice was so sticky and sweet that it attracted a swarm of wasps. They crawled around his jammy beard up his hairy nostrils. By now I wasn't sure my acquaintance wou

ld ever want to french kiss me, as much as I desired this.That fact stung worse than the wasps ever could, so I grabbed his chin & laid one on him, tongue included. He reciprocated

&, as expected, his kiss was like honey. But that was all he would give me. That one kiss was all I would ever carry in my memory...and that, perhaps, was what stung the most.