Last evening, Fetid had heard what sounded like a dog singing on the night wind. Smelled biscuits too. “Tarnation”, he thought,” blue light musta done sumthin to me”.
He spent a restless night, strange dreams. All colors of blue, shapes he didn’t recognize, Shamans and Chinese cooks. Even thought he saw a body running past, though nobody could run that fast.
He awoke at dawn, sitting straight up. It was going to be the strangest day of his life. And that’s saying some.