Thousand: Four Hundred Eighty-Nine

complicated, isn’t it? Suppose I were to take a bite of it. It sure does look tasty. Oh, what the heck. If it’s just light particles, it’s not like I’m gonna hurt anything biting them. The caiman named Velma has recovered from her transdimensional torpor and is scooting across the carpet, headed for the kitchen. This raises the ire of the mastiff which has been sleeping in the hall. He jumps up, hackles spiky, growl full in his throat. Another dog? Are there really this many dogs in the world? Once upon a time there was a caiman. She was