the tail of a pug dog…

I returned home from shopping to find some sleeping mutation of a pug dog with two lavender lace size C humps growing from either side of his little torso. He could have been killed or even suffocated. He approached me eagerly as though he had always been a mutant sharing my home. Cecil, you could have died! You might have been strangled!  He sat there smiling the smile a mutant gives one when being ingratiating. How can I leave you alone when you’re not of this world, Cecil?  I asked as I released him from my bra. Cecil, look at me. How long have you been a freak of nature today?  He never let on. He just wagged the tail of a pug dog as if he was one.

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