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The plastic Meneki-neko slowly beckoned with

  • The plastic Meneki-neko slowly beckoned with his battery powered paw. For as long as he could remember he had stood near the shop door, beside a row of Imari porcelain Nemuri-neko.
  • The plastic Meneki-neko looked out through the glass storefront, waiting for the plastic potato bugs that would never come, and doubting the prophetic chicken of its dreams. How
  • long had he waved his left paw his eyes scanning to & fro? But the prophetic chicken was true to its gawk. He should have never doubted. One day, they came. A swarm of potato bugs
  • were sent to annihilate him an his family. He could do nothing but watch in horror as they burned down his house and murdered his sister. He went back to the chicken, who told him
  • why he had crossed the road all those years back. He sat with the chicken and stroked its head. Firs the chicken would look at him with one eye, then the other, then the one eye
  • Grossed out over eighty percent of gnomes in the gardens towed away in hours not days.
  • And the minutes are full of fairies dancing on top of the flower heads.
  • "Wow, what a weird analogy", I thought to myself. Then I flipped on to the other side of bed and dreamt about
  • various things that started with the first four letters of "analogy." I eventually awoke to find myself
  • peering out the slots of a cattle-car, Bessie the holstein in the next stall. "She's finally beat me!" I explained to the cow, who lowered her head and stared out at the desert.

1 Comments

  1. zxvasdf Jan 13 2015 @ 16:42

    A veritable barnyard here

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