As he looked at the dozens of horribly mutilated

As he looked at the dozens of horribly mutilated unicorns laying around, general Alcazar realized his birthday party had gone terribly wrong. "How is this even possible ?"

It had to be the work of the Dark Mage, Manghol. General Alcazar directed for proper burials, but what would Manghol do with so many unicorn horns? They were useless without enough

Beef jerky for breakfast. The dogs ate that now, because the humans' teeth had rotted from the texture of the 2015 made product in 2163 and lost their teeth. The dogs loved it and

they also loved doing math because dogs had evolved a lot by 2163. All day they sat around in their evening wear, eating beef jerky, doing math proofs and discussing philosophy.

I'm afraid I've gotten a tad flabby though," added the Saluki in the fancy suit, "now that I no longer have to take my human for walkies." "Shame about the euthanasia, though," sai

luki lamented. My human trusted me now he is just a faded memory. "This leaves me with tons of guilt and acid reflux from it. Saluki burped up a bit of vomit in the back of his mou

th. He swallowed it back down. Tasty. Saluki took a moment to clear his soul of guilt for something he couldn't remember anyway. My human? No such animal. Never will. Ownership is

futile, even if it is nine-tenths of the law. But Saluki still felt guilty, and still could not remember. He rinsed his mouth with some water, and focused. Nope, nothing. "Move on,

move on and forget," he said to himself. But he never found the peace he wanted with forgetting and instead developed chronic athazagoraphobia and moved to Dundee.