Thursday, May 10, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Forty-Four

lift-off, launching the dog on a downward trajectory through the clouds. When the body is found on the sand under palm fronds, several bones broken but still breathing, the tail wags weakly. It is conjectured that the palm trees caught the plummeting astro-not and their flexible trunks absorbed the shock of the collision. Either that or the dog had its own angel. Which, I might note, while likely, is not something that more than marginally improves one’s chances of getting safely through dangerous occasions. Remember the miracle baby pulled from the wreckage of the airliner, the only survivor? An angel

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