One a day, better than apples.

I once stepped on a horseshoe crab too, kiddo. Scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. That blind terror of thinking “why is this rock alive and going mental?!” still gives me goosebumps…But son. We have to overcome.

“Oh that is IT!! Take your soft-cooked Italian pasta hugs and go to hell! I hate you seaweed!”

Can you sense it? That smug sense of satisfaction? This bush couldn’t wait to get it’s filthy little branches on those balloons. “Yes, we all see you have some balloons. Mission accomplished - jesus christ”.

The trash can shuffled a few inches closer. So far so good. Those gulls were making enough racket to distract that horrible wench as it moved into striking position. “I’ll teach you to cheat on me…” it whispered through the orange peels.

Mary was scared. They’d been stuck like this for hours…and the sun was beginning to set.