Right, I am the master of my domain. My thoughts are my own. I will no other to read them.
I do not want any cheese foob.
Hey, it's cool man. maybe later. Sometimes the anticipation of cheese is more satisfying than the cheese itself.
How is he able to read my every thought?
You are talking to me right?
Yes. I am understanding your mouth sounds. Are they meant for me?
Speech not thought? I guess there hasn't really been a need for distinction between the two of late.
Poor guy. He sounds like he could really use some cheese right now.
I said I didn't want any.
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
The Cheese is master of my domain.