Friday, November 03, 2006

Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey

No one was sure what to do with Wendy after the nervous breakdown.
She insisted there were helicopters from Nicaragua dropping drug-filled syringes in bales of hay. She accused her mother of poisoning her coffee with Comet™ cleanser. She imagined birds flying around her head. And her best friends were a monkey girl and one of the sofa pillows from the downstairs rec room. Perhaps a stint in a sanitarium would cure her of the madness?

1 comment:

Lois said...

Margaret always knew that her knee-warmers would be the next big thing in the fashion world, no matter what anybody said. People laughed at her idea, but she would show them...she would show them all...and her faithful companions, Petey the Pillow and Anna-May Monkey, would be there all the way.