He rushed past me like a pale wall, aflame with the energy of life. A gear clicked somewhere deep in mind, and I no longer knew or cared what this thing was. Stealthily I crept under the bed, from one piece or debris to another, not a breath escaped my lips as I passed the dusty, forgotten books, the old, pink hairbrushes, and the discarded tube-socks. My heart racing, I knew what must be done--forgetting everything I'd ever been told, I seized the white hulk between my teeth and twisted with my entire body. From a far away place, I heard a giant bellow, "Ouch, my friggin' toe!" and the behemoth hurled my across the room. A calming laugh was heard, slightly before my skull struck the wall like a bug on a windshield. Gently was I lifted, to a soft warm place, and in soothing tones he whispered to me, as I recalled where I was. He said something like, "You poor, silly sable. You almost took my foot off." And I drifted into slumber, content and tired from a hard day's work. --HalP. 9/97 [Posted in FML issue 2070]