The letter he had been waiting for finally

The letter he had been waiting for finally arrived. It lay in the mouth of the mailbox waiting to be retrieved. He stared at it, suddenly apprehensive. The letter stared back
and teeth grew around it. The mailbox seemed to invite him to have his hand shredded in its vicious, gaping, craw. He was probably imagining things. He always did when it came to
postal maneuvers. He once thought the mailman was a messenger from the devil with a bag full of lost souls. He thought the Post Office was Gorbachev's head with the birthmark
just hidden away in the back. How the dog knew about Gorbachev is still one of those fascinating items to be studied. He sure did hate the mailman, though. Every time they
had tried to quash that old rumor they looked three times as foolish. Gorbachev was still silent on that one. Soon, none of them would utter a word. Dog fear is a grand teacher.
Gorbachev was drunker than usual. He staggered to his feet and raised his right fist, the one with the tumbler of vodka. "The dog! Who speaks for the dog?".
Baryshnikov then jumped into the room and claimed ownership of the dog,as the dog burst into dance around him.Gorbachev started laughing and in his drunken voice said:
"Советские люди хотят энергичную и безоговорочную демократию.", Then he sang "Калинка Калинка..." while Baryshnikov and the Dog danced the Барыня.
...Whatever that means. Regardless, Baryshnikov and the Dog went on to
play for pennies in Time Square station under the name, "Reds and Skraggs." It was a sorrowful sight, a grown man and a dog in tutus doing the Conga. Now you must understand.

Started: 2011-01-24 16:09:27
Finished: 2011-04-25 16:17:03

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