The Dog Behind the Couch.

I serenaded the dog behind the couch and wondered how she felt about the sun.

She said it was a dark place when the sky was cloudy and that she preferred to be outside.

He ate the sisters hat.

Its inherent you understand. You must.

desires are probably the worst way to get to the end of the song, but nonetheless they provide an autumnal surenity to the exaserbated elephant sniffing his way through the tumble weeds.

ho ho ho. says the elephant. I taste the mites. they taste so good.

nom nom nom. says the mites. I taste the elephant it tasted so good.

they walked through the tumble weeds trying to finish the song.

the song kept going.

then the dog laughed at me. you’re funny said the dog.

then I came in here and wrote down everything that happend that day.

is the song still going? can the elephant see the river through the tumble weeds? if so then the river must be close.

The song kept going.