In the two days since first reading of tonight’s story, I’ve been deeply ensconced with this idea of show-and-tell, to the irrational (read: batshit) point of showing-and-telling the objects comprising the contents of my desk to the various beasts kicking about the place, or showing-and-telling one runty waterlogged piece of the garden to another.
And then waking from that little spat of brain damage to the discovery that… well, maybe I’d missed the point entirely.
Have you ever thought about writing yourself? I ask because sometimes I like reading/hearing your quips more than the stories themselves.
My last comment wasn’t directed at this story or anything. This is a good one, really!
Agreed that Miette should be a real blogger, or even a real writer. Agreed too that this story is hilarious, even for a living person.