Chapter 14: Crazy

What do two goats and a hurricane have in common?

Not all that much, turns out. I've always wondered why that is. Nobody seems to have an answer for me, however. As if this isn't the biggest scientific question since toasters.

Frankly, I'm still wondering about toasters, although it's a little out of fashion now.

The humming stops.

Really, toasters are weird. You put something in, and you take it out, but it's darker. In a way, they're like your intestinal tract. Or like a big ol' mud pool.

The lights turn off.

But toasters somehow require electricity to do that, while your intestines simply do. Quite efficient, but also a tiny bit mysterious. Like funambulists.

The door slams.

I don't know what that word means, but I'm sure somebody might. Or maybe it's like a secret island, one that you have to discover. I'd like to discover an island someday, I might be able to name it after myself. It'd be Apate Island.

The voices talk, but I don't hear them.