The Parlor
Composed ca. 1985
"Come into my parlor," said the s. to the f.
"Certainly," replied the f., "Always glad to be sociable."
"What a lusc... lovely...er...large f. you are," commented the s. as he fidgeted in anticipation of a delectable, juicy meal.
"Astute observation," remarked the f., edging closer to the s. "I intend to be even larger in the near future."
"S-s-so do I," stammered the s., as he backed away, slightly fearful now, into a dark corner of his parlor. The f. edged a bit closer and lunged into the corner. A short scuffle ensued and then there was quiet.
A few moments later the s.
stumbled out of the corner, much larger than he was a few moments earlier, and with a
grin to prove it. S. slept peacefully for awhile and when he awoke a thin beam of
sunlight found its way into the dark corner. S. waddled over to look at the crumpled
black mass. "What a pity," he said dejectedly, "I won't be able to fit into my f.
costume any more!" And with that, he hunched over and took nourishment once again
from the corpse of the former parlor resident.