“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.
I reeled, overcome with ultimate horror of a sort unfelt by man since the pitiless god Pocky dragged his tentacles through the loathsome grime of primordial worlds not our own.
From his pocket he took a candy bar covered in a black wrapper. It was black chocolate. He held it and looked at the fire and looked at the moon. The night was big and black and Nick knew that this was the moment to do the terrible thing.
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.