The letter from the doctor came as quite

bear the weight of the heavy tail he swore was there. Schizophrenia? So does that mean it wasn't real? The boy with the

giant feet decided to use his tail anyways, and he scared the town with his crazy appendages, flailing about like a

tetherball at elementary school after the students drank too much of the "purple" drink. The thing about having a tail

is that you really need the wings on your back to go with it. Otherwise, no one will take you seriously. Once, his tail

started to quiver right before it started to snow. Does that mean he is psychic or just messed up? I believe that the one who holds the answer is Colonel Sanders, but where

would we look for him? Never mind the fact he'd been dead 60 years, we could always hire a psychic, but where does one find one on a weekend in November? Maybe Joey would know if

he had an attention span longer than a gnat. Sadly, Joey was an imbecile more concerned with the depths of his navel than the happenstances of a November day. Still, he had an

eye for out of the way holes in the wall with amazing food just beneath the contempt of the health inspector. His smile was crooked, but his desire to suck the color off my tongue

made my stomach flutter as I considered the pros and cons of having a transparent tongue. In the end, I decided that true love would beat out the desire for a colored organ.