The thing about cats is that if one starts

The thing about cats is that if one starts grooming themselves, the other cats will usually start to do the same thing.

A cold shower. Something that would take me away from this Desert, the people here and It. Ever since I awoke here, with just the pajamas I wore to sleep, I wished I could

go back to that simpler time.. that time when my pajamas were dry.

Maybe jumping in a lake was a bad idea, but at the time it didn't seem like it. I think if Jared wouldn't of dared me, I would be by a nice warm fire. Instead

I was floundering hopelessly in ten feet of muddy green lakewater, while something distressingly organic tickled my foot. I gasped as I resurfaced, "My god,

I'm going to die." I sank under again, then the organic thing wrapped around me and pulled me to the lake shore. I saw it was a creature of rotting aquatic vegetation and slime.

For all its grossness & stench, I gave the slimy creature a hug:"You saved my life!" I now heard commotion & music; the tribesmen preparing a wedding feast. For whom? Wait...oh no!

My worst fears realized, a spearpoint wedding to a slimy monster. When the Chief said "You will now kiss the bride" I nearly fainted from the halitosis but the Wedding night

Wreckage Crew provided the bride some breath mints. I took some Tic-Tacs too and felt better. Afterwards, chicken Alfredo was served and then I reeked of garlic.