Saturday, July 16, 2005

Mercedes-Benz

On a dark desert highway, Pokey has cool wind in his hair. There is a warm smell of colitas that is rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance Pokey sees a shimmering light. His head grows heavy, and his sight grows dim.

He gasped, "My legs are bent! Ummm, where is she in that Mercedes-Benz!"