Everything was typical until the horrible heapbeast arrived. The horrible heapbeast seemed like a ba
Everything was typical until the horrible heapbeast arrived. The horrible heapbeast seemed like a bad guy, but he really hated the devil. This was the day of the interstate marathon, and it was bright-hot, and the summer decay smell smelled strong. Everyone littered like mad until one overlarge trash mound got too overlarge, thereby birthing the horrible heapbeast who needs no introduction. When the race gun fired he took off with the runners suddenly, but leading. Twenty miles later, the horrible heapbeast raised his arms. He had made friends with the other runners en route, and a woman runner had proposed marriage at mile ten, to which he had nodded. The horrible heapbeast did not understand English. He passed through the victory tape, one mile in the lead. The ribbon men awarded him a blue ribbon. The horrible heapbeast raised his arms again but disintegrated then, finally, back into a garbage pile. Nobody knows when he’ll rise again, but the next marathon is getting close. Still Eating Oranges -- source link
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