I’m the kind of person to whom feelings are more important than logic. I seek exhilaration. This means my walls are pretty thin and that I’m willing to take risks and that I subscribe to psychically relieving mantras that drum to unearthly beats.
Birds chirped a sinister tune as if they had a recollection of what this place means. Maybe they were evil birds, little demon Nazis’ whose empty souls never seeped outside the barbed wire enclosing the camp.
The eagle flew down to the mouse. Horrified, the mouse surrendered his ball of cheese in which he had spent an entire month to gather. The eagle spoke placidly, “I have not come to eat you, or your cheese. Come fly with me.”