Fire pits

M (also known as Dr. T, upon whose name the heavens dance) sits regal at the window.

It is a marvelous spring day outside the double glaze, as the blossoms set sail on the sunny breeze across the parking lot. From the corner of his eye, he looks at Ia, now gorging herself silly with the crunchy delights from the red earthen cornucopia.

He looks out again, away from Ia, this time beyond the blossoms and the mustard flowers onto the grassy hills east.

M: "You know that's not good for you"

Ia: chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp gulp chomp chomp chew chomp crackle chomp chomp gulp chomp chomp

M: "The tall one poisons us slowly with that sinful food. He wishes we eat, so he can watch us slide down agonizing deaths."

Ia: chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp gulp

M: "To each, her own."

Ia: bbllaaaaaccchhhhhrrrrtchrrrkkkk.....

M: "I must say you are smarter than I give you credit for. You've saved yourself from a slow and painful death. This brown puke you just threw up on the carpet should get you killed by the tall one in no time."