On Saturday morning, Marvin was shopping online for some new clothes. Those socks look nice, he thought, and that shirt will look cool with my new jacket. Then a wave of fatigue hit him and he leaned back in his chair. He felt like the website was leading him around like a cow by its... Continue Reading →
Negotiating with Biscuits #20 – Cheese for Fleegle
“ Fleegle sits next to me on the couch, watching my every bite. “You know, the proper way to eat pizza is with your hands, not on a plate with a fork,” he says. “And how would you know this?” He jerks his nose at the television screen. “That’s how everyone on your television eats... Continue Reading →
