He was feeding the crocodile in the toilet.
“Tuna sandwich! Tuna sandwich!” He yelled.
He was there with his best friend Frankenhamster.
A hamster we gave him for his 8th birthday on the same day his grandmother gave him a chemistry set, which he used in some strange experiments.
One of them was turning his new hamster into Frankenstein.
We didn’t remove the bolts glued to his head because it didn’t seem to bother the hamster.
I called him from the kitchen, the tuna sandwich i made for his friend in the sewer was done.
But i could only hear the air conditioner that hung on the wall behind the toilet, it always sounded as if the house was alive and breathing when you were there.
My paranoid mind immediately made up a scene where he might have drowned trying to pet the alligator.
I knew his head wasn’t that small.
Not so long ago he would not tie his shoelaces, so we told him that his head was filled with air and if he didn’t tie his shoelaces the wind would take him up into the air and carry him all the way to China where they don’t have Nickelodeon.
I went to bring him the tuna sandwich and i saw him reading ‘The little mermaid’ into the porcelain toilet with Frankenhamster on the seat.
The book was a gift from some distant friend, before we knew if we were getting a boy or a girl.
I took a whip from the scent coming from the tuna sandwich in my hand
and in a split second i was corrected on thinking the date on the can was when it was produced.
“Here is your tuna sandwich.” i said and tossed the sandwich in the toilet pressed the handle down.
Frankenhamster kept starting at me with his beady eyes.
“Tuna sandwich! Tuna sandwich!” He yelled.
He was there with his best friend Frankenhamster.
A hamster we gave him for his 8th birthday on the same day his grandmother gave him a chemistry set, which he used in some strange experiments.
One of them was turning his new hamster into Frankenstein.
We didn’t remove the bolts glued to his head because it didn’t seem to bother the hamster.
I called him from the kitchen, the tuna sandwich i made for his friend in the sewer was done.
But i could only hear the air conditioner that hung on the wall behind the toilet, it always sounded as if the house was alive and breathing when you were there.
My paranoid mind immediately made up a scene where he might have drowned trying to pet the alligator.
I knew his head wasn’t that small.
Not so long ago he would not tie his shoelaces, so we told him that his head was filled with air and if he didn’t tie his shoelaces the wind would take him up into the air and carry him all the way to China where they don’t have Nickelodeon.
I went to bring him the tuna sandwich and i saw him reading ‘The little mermaid’ into the porcelain toilet with Frankenhamster on the seat.
The book was a gift from some distant friend, before we knew if we were getting a boy or a girl.
I took a whip from the scent coming from the tuna sandwich in my hand
and in a split second i was corrected on thinking the date on the can was when it was produced.
“Here is your tuna sandwich.” i said and tossed the sandwich in the toilet pressed the handle down.
Frankenhamster kept starting at me with his beady eyes.
