When I was a boy
My imaginary friend came to life because I was holding a live grenade. He ate it- the stuffed Panda. Then he instructed me to wear his dead hide so no one would suspect I killed em.
Brilliant. But I didn’t feel guilty. He was a cartoon. The explosion sent cartoon blood all over like cherry pie. I tried some- its tasty. It’s fake and its real. Whatever.
I don’t wear the suit much. ITS A CARTOON SUIT!! It really scares people. But not my parents.
Don’t ever throw a grenade to a REAL panda. The zoo guards will cook your meatballs. In Parador, Afrartica…
permission to stop??