Grasses of a Thousand Colors by Wallace Shawn

Author:Wallace Shawn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Theatre Communications Group
Published: 2011-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

ROBIN

Hours passed at the banquet table, and finally for dessert a large cake was served. It was nicely shaped, blond, with many layers, and it was thickly covered with a sticky green icing which was thoroughly enjoyed by both asses and men. By the end of the evening, many of the men were pissing and braying right along with the asses, and so no one noticed when I left the table, slipping out of the room through some furry dark curtains.

Instinct led me. I knew where I was going. There were no hesitations. Up flights of steps, down freezing cold hallways, on and on until a pungent smell told me I’d found the right room. I opened a simple, unlocked door, and there she was. She lay alone in sumptuous thick sheets, silver and gray, her soft little face, with its wonderful stripes, lying peacefully against a thin pillow. A guttering candle by the bed shed a soft yellow light. I stood and marveled at her, breathing in her overwhelming perfume. It was harsh and yet intoxicating, and I could almost feel my smooth rubber penis starting to stir. Forcing myself with difficulty out of my trance-like state, I pulled the heavy knife from where it lay between my breasts, and with all my strength, trembling, I brought it down in a furious stroke and cut off the cat’s head. Blood sprayed out over the entire bed; it poured out and didn’t stop. Leaving the head where it lay on the pillow, I carried the body into her own bathroom, held her by her back legs over her own bathtub, and shook her out till she was entirely drained. I grabbed a bag from her closet and stuffed the body into it, tail first. Outside, it was drizzling lightly, and my pony rocked me gently as we headed into the forest. Still clutching the bag with the cat’s body in my right hand, I opened my pants with my left hand and caressed the penis, pressing it hard against my own genitals for a long time, and then I pulled it off and tossed it away. We rode gradually faster, the cold wind pleasant against my face. Midway through the trip, I reached into the bag and felt the cat’s neck. A new head was already starting to grow.

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