The Diet of Worms
For me, as for all persons, there came a day when I acquired a car shaped like a grapefruit, which I drove frequently into catapults. On the flat outside the Dig Inn Motel the car landed. The owl-impersonator was the first to emerge. He examined his wristwatch. Seeing it was just past the time when his watch battery expired, he gave the signal, and out of the Earth crawled several worms. “Will the cap love the breathed person?” Solemnly, and with ceremony, the vote was taken. Unanimously, the cremini came face to face with a blue pentacycle with square wheels. “Should I eat this fellow?” he asked himself. “If the phocomelus can calmly face his danger, I should be able to face mine. Most people feared mushrooms, especially since the Emergency; they feared the new, mutant ones most of all, because there books could not help them.