I had a dream the other night.
A black. Empty field filled with fog.
I was alone
Until they came
A hoard of them
Thousands
Millions
Gently scooting their way past me
Waving as they smiled hello with their friendly faces
I was afraid
I knew that there was nothing but Shuckles.
My spaghetti.
My house
My wife
All of them now Shuckle
I fall to the floor out of fear.
I weep into my hands.
But I feel something.
Something wiggling like an inflatablue tube man
I look down
My fingers
My fingers

They are
Shuckle

I am
Shuckle

We

Are

Shuckle