“Do tell us at once, Captain Middlebury, what that strange object might be,” cried Mrs. Rawlings. “I, for one, have never seen such a curiosity in all the county. Surely it is another of your wonderful importations from abroad.”
Only the immortal prophet knows whether this is sushi or candy.
The gloom of night is swept away
As by a scouring broom—
Dawn’s golden-fingered beams reveal
A curious mushroom.
The bright circle of lamplight fell across shining plates heaped with Ma’s good bread.
“Here’s something to round out the supper, girls,” said Pa.
Into these trembling hands has lately fallen a candy bar that promised sweet deliverance from the bitter reapings of the sober life. From Japan, land of the raisin rum, came a peculiar variety of Kit Kat infused with the savor of demon alcohol.
My mind became twisted and frenzied. The flavor of milk chocolate flowed through me, but beneath it was something bitter and sinister, a suspicious suggestion of legal pharmaceuticals chewed in a desperate attempt to keep the madness of the wild Kumamon at bay.