Cat woke up on a lovely Saturday morning to the sound of a dying chicken in her ear. She sighed and jumped out of bed to put on her party hat. She knew that her brother liked to grow his own eggs but she didn't find it necessary to start the process so early in the morning. He could have at least waited until the sun had put on its clothes and started its daily beat-boxing competition with the moon, right? Anyway, Cat floated downstairs, hands already in her rollerblades, and started mouthing various words at her brother. Her brother, Joxeph, grew confused. This was expressed by a thin strand of grass that began to sprout from his scalp. Cat, realizing her mistake, quickly lifted her hair and spun her head around 360 degrees.
"Sorry, Joxeph," she cried. "I forgot to switch my vocal chords back to the on position."
"I understand," said Joxeph, wearing an expression that was indeed very understanding. "Would you like some thinly sliced, somewhat crispy pig flesh?"
"I thought eggs were on the agenda for this morning," said Cat, her ears turning the color of confusion, purple.
EVERYBODY DANCE NOW
"I do not understand your strange words, my brethren," said Joxeph as he began to perform the chicken dance on the edge of the kitchen sink. Cat, also hypnotized by the mysterious sound of the neighbor's mud pie festivities, slithered along the floor with her tongue flying proudly in the air.
"Well that was a rather enjoyable experience," said Cat, carefully placing her tongue back where it belonged. Agreeing, Joxeph slipped his feet back into his socks and continued chewing on the piece of plastic he kept conveniently tucked underneath his flea collar.