One morning, when Sarah Palin woke from troubled
dreams, she found herself transformed in her bed into a
horrible vermin. She lay on her armour-like back, and if she
lifted her head a little she could see her brown belly,
slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready
to slide off any moment. Her many legs, pitifully thin
compared with the size of the rest of her, waved about
helplessly as she looked.
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