For Halloween: Find the Universal Monsters In The This Short Story
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Me... me go to lake. I do not say me, I say I, and I do not say lake, I say a body of water of exquisite depth, this is beneath you to call it a lake. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I saw my reflection and I flinched, I'm fine, I'm just— I have been going to this lake for three thousand years, I am patient, I will not be rushed by a reflection. You can't see me in the water, but I am right here, and the fish are undercooked. Grrr. Splash. Me... me throw rock. Good rock. I will not throw a rock, I will command the fish to surrender, I am a count, I have standards. I'm sorry, I think I growled at the fish, I didn't mean to, I'm going to the woods, don't follow me. I was already a growl, I was wrapped in a tomb, I have experience with growling, you are new at this. You are all looking at the wrong place, the fish are in the lagoon, you simply cannot perceive them. Grrr. Splash. Good fish. Me... me like fish. With mustard. Mustard. How provincial. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I think I might eat someone. I have waited three thousand years, I can wait for your woods, sit down. You can't see me sitting down, you can't see me at all, but I am sitting down, and I am eating the fish. Grrr. Splash. Me... me eat fish. Good lake. I am enduring a tragedy. I'm sorry. I'm going to the woods. Pathetic. Grrr.
Title is: Me... Me Go To Lake
Me... me go to lake. I do not say me, I say I, and I do not say lake, I say a body of water of exquisite depth, this is beneath you to call it a lake. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I saw my reflection and I flinched, I'm fine, I'm just— I have been going to this lake for three thousand years, I am patient, I will not be rushed by a reflection. You can't see me in the water, but I am right here, and the fish are undercooked. Grrr. Splash. Me... me throw rock. Good rock. I will not throw a rock, I will command the fish to surrender, I am a count, I have standards. I'm sorry, I think I growled at the fish, I didn't mean to, I'm going to the woods, don't follow me. I was already a growl, I was wrapped in a tomb, I have experience with growling, you are new at this. You are all looking at the wrong place, the fish are in the lagoon, you simply cannot perceive them. Grrr. Splash. Good fish. Me... me like fish. With mustard. Mustard. How provincial. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I think I might eat someone. I have waited three thousand years, I can wait for your woods, sit down. You can't see me sitting down, you can't see me at all, but I am sitting down, and I am eating the fish. Grrr. Splash. Me... me eat fish. Good lake. I am enduring a tragedy. I'm sorry. I'm going to the woods. Pathetic. Grrr.
