Thousand: Four Hundred Thirty-Six

toward a hill upon which three dripping crosses stand illumined by colored spotlights while he shouts, “This way, folks! We’re going to have to run across the park to get there before the switch up of the centurians!” Two sparrows battling over a grain of rice. Being borne across the desert on a throne strapped to the back of a gigantic worm, the thumping of its round-bottomed feet accompanied by grunts and gasps. As he leans over to see what is making those pained sounds one leg jerks up, one leg fewer seems not to impede the worm’s progress, and