Free anteater babies to a loving home! NOT FOR CONSUMPTION!!!!!

She still visited that statue, still went down into the dark where it smelt of old, dried air. It was peculiar; the more she visited, the less resemblance between the two could be observed. She owed it to the maturation of the mind in adolescence. What a secular thought! Shaelasalde had delivered the blessing of baldness, and a heavyset frame. These were not traits of divine icons that built sculptures out of proteins.

She tried with the latest litter of her long-time companion, Medouh. A pair of lips nuzzled against the warm, luxurious fur, hoping to spark a random mutation in their gametes.

With no success but slightly curlier hair, Elmira put a dent into the meadow of smelly green water-cabbages with her fist and stamped off angrily, feeling deprived of whatever everyone called the gift of the holy mother.

She was right about having taxidermy as an alternative hobby.


Angst for her.