The grass, normally a vibrant green, appeared almost unnaturally so in the garden, its blades stretching towards the sky as if pleading to escape its earthly bounds. Each bush seemed too perfectly shaped, their petals unmoving and leaves unruffled as if frozen in a moment of both life and death. The air held a heavy, oppressive quality that hung over the garden like a veil, the scents of the flowers and trees merging into an intoxicating peeerrrrrhhhhhhhhrfum.
A mannequin in a purple dress was sitting in a puddle, THE PUDDLE THE ONLY FUCKING PUDDLE YES IT'S THE PUDDLE YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO SUCK THE SNAIL GOO OUT OF IT YOU WANT TO DRINK THE CHOLERA STRAIGHT OUT THE PUDDLE YES YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT YOU WANT TO SNORT THE PUDDLE INTO YOUR BRAIN THEN SLICE THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD OFF VERY CAREFULLY MAKE IT INTO A CUP AND FILL IT WITH SAID PUDDLE WATER AND GIVE IT TO THIS-
"Kahhh, what a sexy garden." This fugly mannequin said in a tone with an odd tinny American accent as if it was coming out of a speaker inside her fleshy pulsing plastic face.
The lady of the house who is preening the garden, a 96 year old called Cynthia who suffers from Alzheimer's sees the thing and begins cooing at her. "Hello, my what a darling you are, what are you doing in that puddle my fair liege?"
The thing letz out a few coughs, shaking her hands and flicking the puddle water to the side.
"Ohoho, not much, I'm just enjoying the beauty of this... wonderful mud hole. Yes. A wonderful. Mud. Hole."
She said as she slowly looked around nervously.
"Oh no dear you poor girl, you mustn't get all moist or you'll ruin your beautiful dress." Cynthia said tenderly.
She looked down at her already stained dress and then looked back up at the wrinkly sack of skin, slowly getting up from the puddle and letting out a squeak as she attempted to brush the mud, and something wet and yellow off of her.
"You're right, I shouldn't get all moist. It's not very lady like, you know. Yes. Yes. Not lady like."
"Oh is that a chicken a tiny chicken friend? I shall need my glasses."
"Huh? A chicken? Oh, Oh... Oh.. OH."
She looked down at her shoulder where a small blob of yellow mold that looked like a chicken was standing in a loaf shape on her shoulder. It let out a little squeak, as the thing raised a hand and gently petted it.
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