But instead, he looked like he was trying and failing to catch a fly. He clacked his teeth in a dozen directions, trying to imitate the many mouths of the story’s swamp monster. But that didn’t stop him from gazing through the mesh of his wire den, deep into the trees, where he imagined an impossible creature with enough mouths to fill the shadowed spaces. He had never seen anything with a thousand mouths before. “Where do you think the food from its thousand mouths goes?” Golgathurshes don’t even have a thousand butts!”ī-838 raised an eyebrow. “Uly never bit the Golgathursh on its thousand butts. The runt’s den was behind O-370’s, on the row closest to the wood that bordered the Farm. “You have to tell it right this time,” R-211 said. She was a beta breeder, pregnant with the next generation of Farm foxes, though her belly wasn’t showing yet. “Ready?” B-838 whispered from her wire den. Across the yard, the wire dens buzzed with sharp red lines, making the fur of the foxes within glow like flames. The farmhouse flickered with candle flame, small and inviting against the window lace. The Farm was shrouded in darkening blue save two sources of light. You guys choose Golgathursh every night.” “WHAT’LL IT BE tonight? The Snow Ghost? Mr.
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