Fyodor the Rat's Basement Closet

Mr. Crocodile Eyes and lion’s mane He’s tapping a pen on the table What a nasty little secretary; I wish he’d go away Does he have to...

His face is familiar. Wait. No it's not. Is it? (How am I suppose to know.) Maybe you've seen him before on the way to work. (You...

I wake up.  I’m in my Hello Kitty onesie, and my stomach’s growling for chow-chow.  What a shock.  (Insert sarcasm here)  As I walk outside...

I don't respond to that. I wonder what else he knows- Drip Drip Drip Drip Dropped the rain today Outside mostly, sure, that was...

Chapter 3     All I saw of Wisconsin was the airport, a few streets, the convention center and the hotel.  That was more than enough f...