20 May 2008

Demise of the Clemetine

In such a bi-level as mine, a gurgling stomach is not a rare occurrence. And generally, it is mine. However, a recent development has revealed an unsavory addition to this phenomenon: Puck and the Bean made the discovery of my old breakfast clementines which I had thoughtfully placed outside on the deck in anticipation of putting them in the compost container, and commenced sharing them, despite the fact that they smell like Satan's bottom. As the Bean rests uncomfortably in my bed, I fear that she will refrain from running outside when the music of the night just now playing in her belly desires to be expressed in liquid form. Puck is another story--he has a stomach of steel, as has been all too often demonstrated. For those of you who may be eating in the near future, I shall not elaborate.


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