Terror in the Midnight Sky

Fruit in the trees in the yard next door have been pulling in all sorts of flying rats. The bats, noisy at night as the rooster is all throughout the day, have taken to the apple trees like a sexed crazed maniac who fell upon a silicon model. The shadows flap and as they draw closer, the screeches increase in tone and volume. Flashes of teeth and the shadows envelope yet again. The branches take the toll, but damn the noise can get loud. Vicious and fanatical, shouldn't spend all night watching them fight each other. Potato found stuck in the throat.

Soon Van

Tuesday, 19 November 2002 - 11:35

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