That Folded Dog

[hermit_king]

We had no plans for the Xt. Patrick’s day. That was still two weeks to come. We stopped at ∫. The horses needed water and sex. We hired four women for the three horses. One of our horses - a contrarian type - always needed two women! We ate some bizarre fish and egg and slept well. A folded dog came in my dreams and sodomized me - then tried to fold me too - but failed. I still managed to rise in the morning. My friends seemed dead (clinically) - and they were slowly turning. The horses sensed that and started massacring the women. I thought for a moment what would happen to me! The contrarian type was the most dangerous - but somehow it had a soft-spot for me. I thought of that as an insurance - some means of escape! My friends turned and started eating the massacred flesh of those women. Our horses never ate human flesh - they just loved the savage killing part. I lit a cigarette - I knew I was tensed. They called for me with a stupid hiss in their tones. I ignored them. They settled finally. Only bones were left. The horses then drank the blood - perhaps that’s their point-of-view for not eating the flesh! Things were over for good. Faith was back. I felt safe. They didn’t think of me as the wrong one. Perhaps the folded dog did. That’s why it raped me - and that’s why I couldn’t die by the night. My friends shifted and came back to normal. The horses ate their food too - normal food. We decided to move on. I had to make a payment by mail. We stopped there at the post-office around Noon. I made the payment. That folded dog existed there - not only in dreams - and it was folded like an envelop - quite matching the milieu. We felt happy - and the horses too - because of the dog? We thought of borrowing the dog - the guys over there refused. We didn’t kill them - we felt bad for them. That dog was the only entertainment they had. We wanted them to be happy. The dog barked twice or more - not roughly - and the horses just ignored that. We left - and I thought of coming back to ∫ later to have sex with the dog on the Xt. Patrick’s day.

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Two weeks passed. The day came. I didn’t go back. I was at peace with my soul and body. As if nothing happened!


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