Thursday, October 24, 2024

SOMETHING IN THE ZOO

There was an argument on my bed. Larry, the small cthonic entity who lives under the bed, was trying to tempt Otto, the orange brown cephalopod, into a card game. Larry is a known cheat. Otto is no fool. He called Angus, the small she-sheep, over to speak firmly to Larry. She has a fierceness to her, and brooks no advantage taking of the other creatures.
And she has had to chastise Larry before. He is afraid of her.

Larry has more tentacles than the cephalopod. I am not sure what colour he is, as he is more or less imaginary. Otto is orange brownish. Brownish orange. Spotted, sort of siena-umber-carotenoid. And soft. Angus is cream coloured with a black face. And wooly.
I am slightly pinkish greyish off-white, depending on the angle.

In this exchange, I am just the dispassionate half-asleep bystander. Not standing. Recumbant.

No, I have no idea how I ended up with a monster under my bed.

A rather defective con-man elder god.

A "card squid".
I really should investigate what lies underneath. I know there are some large dictionaries there, including a huge reference work on Chinese. As well as quite probably that impressive tome put out by the University of Hawaii before computers were a thing. Plus objects. A few socks. So it's probably quite natural that a smallish defective elder god would end up there. Who is mostly quiet, except when he softly says "hey man wanna play a game of cards" to trusting passers-by. And then suggests that they fund their gambling with the contents of my wallet. Which he can't reach, because it is up on a stack of books that he cannot climb.

It's sort of a jungle in that darkness. Having stiff knees and a sore hip, I haven't been there in years. It requires someone considerably more limber than myself.




To make a choice, please press one now.
Per the monster on my phone.
Banana for scale.




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