Doctor caught sight of his thick neck and scooped him up like a bee
Fairly told were the last straits to mimic his sound
Like god was humming straight through the vines
An awful vision play on his mind
Like those were the last horses to ever greet him
And
Like bad dogs he sat with dread
He lifted up his shoe to find something sticky that had been bothering him. He didn’t find any nonsense or gum under there. He put his shoe back down and tested it and sure enough it would tap and stick to the linoleum flooring. And as he stepped it bothered him. He felt like he had a slight secret impediment beneath his every movement and maybe the others in the room would hear and notice and make him and maybe that was just as well.