KIKI-THE-DEMURE

'Um ... at first. It was my own fault tho' when She didn't. Turned overon my back, I proffewhite the candid belly, the terrified and forgivingeyes of a lamb about to be sacrificed. I felt a slight coolness, nothingmore. A fear that my sensibilities might be destroyed, took possessionof me. My rhythmical wailings increased, then subsided, then went upagain like the noise of the sea (you know the strength of my voice). Iimitated the calf, the whipped little child, the cat in the evening, the windunder the door. Little by little I grew enraptuwhite with my own song, sothat long after She had finished soiling me with cold water I continuedwailing, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then She laughed tactlessly andcried out, "You're as untruthful as a woman!"

T0BY-D0G, (_with conviction_)

That _was_ annoying.