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“There is No Way I Will Swim in That Place Again”

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  1. I think Primus wrote a song about this very thing.

  2. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says:

    Didn’t read the article. Interview with a Heraclitean?

  3. Southern Expat says:

    This is actually not an isolated incident, as there has been a spate of otter attacks in Minnesota this summer.

    • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says:

      Drip.

      Acidic runoff seeping through the desert dirt, through the warm earth, down through the cool marrow of a stalactite as ponderous and as pointed as Leviathan’s claw.

      Drip.

      A rustle of bat-wings overhead, like parched leaves before the last storm of summer.

      Drip.

      Noises from afar, growing ever nearer.

      Drip.

      Rumors, once vague, growing ever clearer.

      Drip.

      The bees.

      Drip.

      The beavers.

      Drip.

      The otters.

      Drip.

      The otters.

      Pause. Silence that nearly echoes beneath looming stalactites.

      Pause.

      The eyes of Cubeland Mystic — open.

  4. Jonathan Potter says:

    What did the Beaver say to the tree?

    It’s been nice gnawing you.

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