I can feel Chove knocking at my door. He's banging on the front of my brain, saying, "Let me Chove, let me Chove."
Sometimes I wish Chove would go away and I could stay in school with Britton while he tied his shoes and let Mother horse in the bathtub. Tubbing. We could go tubbing together. I live inside of mother Horse's womb. Britton lives there, too. We throw parties and invite all the young hens.
The wolf is coming. It's coming on. Come on wolf, come to me. Become my meater.
Become... Velma.
