Cowering under the covers
in the gigantic bed was the
poor Smoke Signal, his fear
of failing to get his message
to the intended recipient had
him crying big smoky, sausage-
shaped tears. This went on for
some time, which was enough
for Hot Pink to sneak in and
pounce upon the big puffy
blanket that Smoke had
been hiding away under
because he thought Hot,
his one true love, had
just walked out on
him. Ms. Pink was
such a trickster, he
thought, as he burst
from underneath the
covers all gray (with
a faint rosy tint, thanks
to Pink’s hypnotic aura)
until he hovered near
the ceiling with his
love’s body splayed
proportionately be
neath him. They
kept this distance
for as long as they
could, giggling and
cooing for the entire
duration until, unable
to take it any longer,
Smoke began to sink
like a hungry fog until
he became one—
Hot Smoke Pink
Signal Hot Smoke
Pink Signal—and
thusly they were con
vinced they would
commingle forever.
