Before I left the house for the day I put
- Before I left the house for the day I put on my Thinking Hat. A cool breeze gently lifted my Thinking Hat from my head and sent it floating towards a woman in a hot pink dress
- . Without my Thinking Hat I reverted to pure instinct. I looked at the woman & said what was on my mind. "I want your sex." She'd put on the Thinking Hat and said "I've got an idea
- !" Just then a stiff breeze blew through the window & with it went the Thinking Hat. Now the woman & I were both acting on (groan) instinct. I HAD to chase down the Thinking Hat or
- risk losing what was left of my humanity. My vision swam. I was angry, and afraid, and hungry. So terribly hungry. I could hear the drumbeat of her pulse next to me, a dinnerbell I
- thought because, well, as her dog I was supposed to be her friend, but as a dog I was also an inheritor of Predatory Impulse. I will eat her tonight. But I was a toy poodle and
- I ate hand peeled prawns fed to me by my owner with a silver fork. But toy poodles have determination! I sank my teeth into her little finger and chewed off the end joint. Ugh!
- My owner wasn't really the best of people, usually he would not feed me and keep me locked in a dark room, with the cats, I felt depressed, and the shadows were creeping me out.
- You might think a snake wouldn't get creeped out by shadows but we're sensitive souls who like to have our scales stroked the right way so I escaped my tertarium at first opportuni
- ty. One of my captors had a lapse of concentration and left the lid open. Only minutes ago, they'd plied me with the most scrumptious little mouse, but I
- was nobody's lab experiment. I slid out from my ajar cage and silently began to coil myself around the neck of the single captor left to guard me. He would be the first of many.
- Started
- 2013-02-20 12:26:50
- Finished
- 2015-05-31 12:31:13
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SlimWhitman May 31 2015 @ 17:50
Primal instinct eat or be eaten