It was a bright and sunny day, and all throughout the land, flowers were burning and bleeding, all of the dehydrated fuzzy little creatures slowed to a crawl before ceasing their futile struggle for happiness, their big cartoon eyes now as vacant and glassy as taxidermy, only the vultures and other scavengers of death
remained unscathed by the harshness the overbearing dryness the scalding but cheery day brought with it
