I love strawberries. I had reaffirmed my love for strawberries just this afternoon with strawberry yoghurt. And like any other sane citizen, I love coffee. But COMBINING the two flavours had never occurred to my noodle. The perfection was shockingly perfect. The flavours bonded as naturally as two hydrogen atoms bond with one oxygen atom.
. . .
This morning I watched in horror has a militia of tiny, scrawny men covered with stringy, wispy black hair, furiously tore apart the backyard and a good portion of the inside of the house. Their cruel, curved claws tore bloody gashes into people who I'd never noticed before. Rows of tiny sharp teeth devoured anything with blood and a circulatory system.
I was afraid.