January 16, 2015
There once was a tiny boy who lived in the cardigan pocket of a very large woman. He couldn't decide if he was extraordinarily small or she was outrageously huge, but either way, the ratio of him to her was largely (!) in her favor, so he didn't question it much beyond that. He loved living in her cozy pocket, nestled in the soft facial tissue she always kept there (and thankfully never used), and would occasionally feast on the crumbs of whatever cookie she would stash there for her mid-afternoon "emergency lull snack", as she liked to call it.