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

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.