I wrote this story while driving 80 mph on I-10 thru the swamps.  It is dedicated to anyone who has ever volunteered to help people less fortunate than themselves.

Moss Monsters Battle Macaroni Demons For Cookies

The moss was wrapped around the one way sign, but we were going the wrong way.  Q and I battled it out in a game of green and black checkers; the sequin macaroni cheated and double kinged me.

“I think I can see inside your heart,” Q said.

“I found black sparkly sequin macaroni demons in there.  I’m trying to teach them to fly.”

“The moss monster might be able to fly, it hangs out near the fog,” Q glanced up.

“What about that goal?”

“It’s covered in mold, let it go.  Or teach it to fly,” Q shrugged.

The clouds touched the trees, dark and gray and tinted green, pressing down on me and scaring the macaroni demons deeper into my heart.  I checked their nubby wings but they had not grown since yesterday. 

“Maybe you can teach them to jump into the sky and catch a moss rope out of here,” Q suggested.

Go demons go.

Goal demons goal.

Go fly goal.

Cool quote from Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (which is only cool if you have read Pride and Prejudice a million times) by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith.  (Try to imagine a nice shady path in England and Elizabeth Bennet is out for a walk with Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley's sisters.)

But Elizabeth, who had not the least inclination to remain with them, laughigngly answered:

"No, no; stay where you are.  You are charmingly grouped, and appear to uncommon advantage.  The picturesque would be spoilt by admitting a fourth.  Besides, that path is most assuredly rife with zombies, and I have not the inclination to engage in fighting them off to-day:  Good-bye."

Little hundalootodo jumping.