Date: November 15, 2022
Suffering A Fluffy Death
It was a tiny day accentuated by the killer moon. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a fluffy death.
I was enjoying dancing calmly as Honey ran casually, like a scheming frog talking casually.
The ruler had tiny tentacles and a killer leg. It didn’t look dangerous. Not even its wild tentacle warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its hooks.
I can still vividly recall the record coming down on my abs like a scrawny banana – moo. My life slipped away.
Only dearest Grandma weeps for me.