[Ink on notebook page with digital embellishments and color.]
It wombled across the countryside, bobbing along with the breeze, rattling a purr that sounded like thunder or a particularly evil motorcycle being revved maliciously in the middle of the night. We didn't know what it wanted or where it was going, but we all agreed---no cat nip!
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)
Collection: Trash for Life (In the Haunted Honeycomb)